How do I feel about the sun?
It once warmed my skin and fueled my passions in life.
I sat with it day after day and forged ideas about creation and destruction, and it taught me many things. It gave me the courage to be free, but instilled enough fear in me to question if I wanted to be.
The sun was my mentor, my opposite, and my friend.
One day it became very dark, and I asked the stars where the sun had gone. They shrugged their shoulders and told me that it needed to be alone, and had left for awhile. I sat and I wondered why the sun had never spoke of such things to me, and I fretted over why it had left so quickly.
Day after day I rose and set without my fiery friend, and day after day I wondered if I had caused it to question its' nature. Soon I became worried enough that I went to speak with the moon.
It was a daring move, and I shook ever-so-slightly as I approached. The moon glared at me with such intensity that I wished to cower and hide. But I stood tall, and asked the moon if it knew why the sun had left.
The moon was very reluctant to tell the dealings of the sun, but after much debating said this:
"The sun is gone, but is very near, it has grown older, and perhaps wiser, and will return when the time comes".
So I took the words of the moon, and wished, and thought and dreamed, until one day, the sun reappeared.
At first I was very happy to see the sun, because it had always lent itself to lessons and discussions and various unimportant conversations, but this felt different.
With a large smile perched upon my face I asked the sun what it had been up to.
It shuffled around and said that it had decided to think awhile about itself and where it stood.
I asked if this meant things would be different, and the sun replied friendly but hesitantly no.
So I continued my life, and the sun was warm on my skin, and caused a glow in my eye.
But soon my skin became red, and blisters began to form, and my skin began to peel. So I set off to talk to the sun once again.
I asked it how things were going, and it replied that things were going very well. I cautiously brought up the burns that I had recieved earlier that week, and it changed the subject very quickly. When I changed the subject back to the original topic the sun began to flame, so I thought it best to leave.
Later that night the stars told me that the moon needed to talk with me. I once again aproached the moon and he told me that the sun wanted to take some time off from me. I was confused, but agreed that perhaps we needed some time.
For two years the sun stayed on the horizon, sometimes slightly raising and sometimes slightly falling, and all I could do was sigh.
One day as I sat on the beach watching the ocean waves, the sun suddenly popped up in the sky, and decided that it would once again be part of my life. I was ecstatic, and began trying to talk to the sun like we had before so many years before.
The sun was congenial, and answered most of my questions, but they were shallow answers, without much thought put into their creation, and immediately, I was slightly disappointed by the sun. When it had been so far away I dreamed of it's return, we would hike mountain trails and go to the beach together, and discus life and its many elements. But now that it had returned, my dreams were crushed, the sun had went from being the warmth on my skin, to the flares in my memories.
