I have not written anything new in a while. This emerged very quickly from a story I'm working on.
The juggler tosses sunrises and sunsets in the air
Sometimes reaching out his hand at the last possible moment
The children clap and scream shouting "more"
A birthday cake makes an appearance
The weary children drift away
The juggler packs up his sunrises and sunsets in a battered trunk
He walks away waving at the birthday girl
"See you next year", he whispers
She has strawberry frosting on her cheek