As the curtain rises - enter stage left...

So I've been writing away - and thought I would share the beginnings of my new masterpiece.  It's already been tweeked a few times - so this may not be the way it stays.... but for now, incomplete Chapter 1:

Into its Dance

            Sometimes gravity has some unusual rules.  It only governs the sway of inertial things, yet my pencil is moving constantly.  If dropped, it falls.  Gravity, the instrument that gives weight to matter.  It can pull worlds in, together.  It can push worlds light years, apart.  Apart. Distant. Separated.  Like millions of tiny molecules floating around in the Universe.  Sometimes they have the exact amount of electrons to fuse together.  Sometimes they repel each other.  When they do mix and mingle, they can create great things, such as the Earth on which I stand.  Or even the unified particles of water that lap and curl over the misplaced pebbles on the shore.  It briefly separates, and then trickles back to the body from which it came. Foamy and frothy as it is tossed just a smidgen harder and harder.  Washing misplaced tokens, shells and various debris from its salty grips.  But always returning back out to sea as bonded two hydrogen and one oxygen liquid.  Motion. Shift.  Movement.  Like the torrid tropical sea: beautiful and pristine, but at a moment’s notice churning and sloshing from the gales and tides.  Winds that blow from east to west or north to south or more directions all at once.  Roiling the waters into spray.  Systematically sculpting a new environment with every gust and thrust.  Like the dark angry clouds replacing the dancing fluffy white ones in my seamless blue sky.  For just an instant, remains a gaping hole where cerulean atmosphere shines through like sapphires.  The last of the shining bright light casting streams of crystal rays in every direction, as if to give hope.  Optimism.  Belief.  Faith.  Will humming under my breath reach you, through that fissure in the heavens?  Through the thick saline mist?  Through the squall howling like the chambers in my heart?  “He has to hear me.  Nothing breaks that bond.”  Not the wind, not the water and especially not gravity.