I admire the sun.
The sun. Most beautiful when she rises over the ocean. I always thought I loved sunsets more than sunrises. Only until I began to appreciate her strength. It’s not the way her light fragments off the clouds. It’s not the effortless way she turns a blue slate into a painting. It’s not the pinks, yellows and oranges she materializes, making her own spectacular grand entrance. You can admire her beauty, but it hurts to look directly at her. For me, it’s the way her light reflects off the same ocean that wants nothing more than to drown her. Yet she’s unbothered. Instead, she illuminates the world. Making it a masterpiece that simply couldn’t exist without her. Shining brighter and brighter as she rises.
Until eventually, she burns you.
