It Won't Be Long

"It won't be long until they're here."

"Who?"

"Your ancestors."

"What do you mean? I thought they already left?"

"They paint the sunset but in the winter they come back and play with the Northern Lights for you."

"They seem like busy people then."

"They are. But they love you, so it doesn't feel like work."

"How do you know?"

"Because the colours are so beautiful."