A Summer Wind

Yeah, it's also the name of a Frank Sinatra song, which can be heard in the movie Matchstick Men. I have a friend who uses song names and lyrics for all of the titles of his blog postings. I think this'll be the only one for me.

There was a man who thought of nothing but the pale Moon, so he built his house on the highest hill that he could find. This house was very tall, and from the roof the man could see the entire world spread out beneath him, but try as he might he could not reach the pale Moon.
It came inevitably to pass that this man ran out of materials with which to build, and though he asked and asked, the people below would sell him no more, envious of his magnificent view. And so, in defiance of the laws and physics that held his house atop the hill, he began to dismantle the lower stories, in order to continue his work. It seemed that the house was as defiant as he, or perhaps it was held up simply by the force of his will, because soon enough nothing remained but the upper half, topped now by an alien but beautiful tower.
Seeing this, the people below believed that the man must be some kind of dark sorcerer, and unable to reach him with the traditional torches and pitch-forks, they began to pelt his house with all manner of large, dangerous looking rocks, in hope that they might knock his house from the sky as it bore over the world below.
These rocks were not returned, for the man, determined as he was, had once again run out of materials with which to build. He kept the rocks, and thanked sincerely the people of the world, who thought simply that he taunted them, glorying in his majestic abode.
Those people are gone now, and the throwing of rocks has long since ceased, but their children, and their children's children look up to the sky each night, filled with stars in all the colors pastel, telling stories of the man who finally slept, content, beside his friend, the pale Moon.