The sun came out just in time to dry my hair

Oh sun I appreciate everything

I’m inside now with your fire still burning under my skin

I already miss you

I wish I could bring you inside

Get a lamp they say, like they’ve never really felt the sun before

That he is so much more than a lamp

Like they haven’t felt the pressure of light being on them

Fire dancing across your skin from thousands of kilometres away

Like they haven’t brought the fire inside with them on a late spring summer day and felt as it slowly disappeared from their skin

Nothing can replace him just as nothing can replace the Earth.

I worship them quietly in my way, acknowledging them and being with them

Light is a music I have yet to understand

I wish I could hear it

Don’t you?

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