Creating magic on the page and in the world
I forgot what the sun was like until the dark clouds parted.
They made way and the warmth of day shined upon my face.
It was hot, it was blinding, it forced me to my knees.
I wanted to run and hide, I wanted to go to the dark corners of my house.
Yet I forgot what the sun was like.
I forgot the way it warmed me, the way I felt alive.
I forgot how it lit up the world, so I could see all it’s glory.
I forgot what it was to smile for more than a quick quip.
Yet I remember how it burns, and I enjoy it until the clouds come in again.
