The promise
Sometimes the sun rises in streaks of pink that reach across the darkness like fingers of light painting a beauty, delicate and unique, sweet and soft like a Japanese print Others, his light appears angry and intense like a force emanating from hell, its brightness from behind the trees projecting and high reaching rays make the sky so red it looks like the forest is burning. Still, other times like today the sun just slips out from his home in the dark with a message of love in his rays and... Sign in to see full entry.