My sun began to set. My sky smiled in its newfound beauty, grasping the radiant colors that streaked the clouds. A retired blue sky dissolved, and secretly I wished it would never replace my sunset again. I sat upon a hill, feeling the warmest and sweetest breeze softly touch my cheeks and play with my light brown hair. It was January I believe, but somehow I wasn’t quite sure. Below me was a valley, and a quaint little town nestled beside a frozen river. Each house was sheathed in a blanket of cold snow, and they each sparkled as they reflected the beautiful light that was emanating from the sky.  My setting sun looked so beautiful against the snow. I smiled as I watched a tree on my hill sway carelessly back and forth, the comforting breeze playing a lullaby for me upon its green leaves. This tree knew of my happiness, for I had talked to it for hours. It smiled back at me and turned to join me in gazing at the breathtaking view of the sky.  I could have easily done this for the rest of my life. My entire being was as vulnerable as ever, as I was too intoxicated by absolute bliss to ward off any dangerous rain clouds.  I merely prayed that they would not come, for such a moment could never be arranged often enough. My heartbeat slowed and my spine shivered, yet not a bit of me was at all cold. The sky was mine, as I was the only one to see it from my hill. Growing from the brightest of pinks to the mellowest reds, my sun gave me such warmth upon my face and in my heart. I reached out and pulled it from the sky, holding it carefully as if it were glass. The shining face that smiled with every glint was soon burrowed in the haven of my arms. My chest was glowing from this incredible light: the light that gives hope, reason, and life to all who reside in this world. The light that my sun had shone me was the same light that gave reason for others to wake. It was something to live by, something that would make the birds sing and the flowers bloom; and there it was, bright as ever against my heart. Some moments are ended abruptly though, as God suddenly realizes you’re getting a premature taste of heaven. Slowly but surely, the sun grew darker and faded out of my reach to return to the place from which it came. Perhaps I was thinking selfishly by wishing it would stay, knowing full well that it would be missed dearly by those kept forever in night. I sighed. I had nothing to do except wait for its return.

            I shivered beneath the covers of my bed as I awoke suddenly to the sight of my room. Sunlight peaked in through the cracks in my blinds, and through them I could see snow falling. I stared up at my blank ceiling, remembering fragments of my dream, and then reflecting on the night before. With sudden warmth returning to my heart, I reached over to my night table and opened the drawer to take out a photograph of my sun. She was smiling and shining as bright as I remembered.     “I love you,” I whispered.