The sun has always been bright. Even when it’s hidden by rain clouds and layers of molten stone, it still breaks through and fills each moment with its presence. It dances, lighting the world and scoring the surface to gold. It is kind, warm, and nothing can prevail without it. I wish to bring my hands up and catch it, to hear it laughing within my palms. The sun is known to burn, but there is nothing that can scald me.