The Sun

There is enough written information on the sun, the worship of the sun, the effects of the sun, etc, etc, into infinity. Still, with all we know of it, it can stop you in your steps when it highlights the beauty that exists in this world.

Most of life's most poignant moments are never captured on film, some are impossible to view that way, they must remain in the minds eye. As I entered the shadowy area of the park today I glanced down and saw the way this light and delicate grass shone in the sun that was coming through spaces in the trees. It was like silver tear drops waving softly, so ethereal. As my gaze wandered up, the tiny insects caught the rays, sparkling for a moment or two like their lightning bug cousins back east. They danced through fine, yet strong as steel threads of spider strings, not webs, just the long strings they use to get from one tree or bush to the next. They shone and undulated, catching and losing the glow from the sun intermittently.

It is no wonder so many have worshiped the sun over the years, without it the world is a cold and drab place.