Even when the moon is new, the sun is still high in the sky. Never does it fall, never does it fail. When we loose hope, we must find hope to continue on. There is no worse of a place than a place without light. The worst place is without the warmth of the sun to warm your cheeks. Or the blue sky above. When we look for something to guide us or for someone to lead us; we will look to each other but we always look to our sun. The coldest of places has warmth. No matter the cost we always find that light. There’s a small flicker that ignites a blaze of passion within us all.

I cannot find condolence in the stars or the night sky. I cannot find the peace that exists in the moon lit world. I have seen stars fall from the heavens like the last days of an empire. I know that when my time comes my life will flicker like a wavering candle. When the snow has come and its layers piled high. I will look over the tranquil sheen of white for the memories lost.

Turbulent can the breezes of a summer day be. They can change at a moments notice bringing the unexpected to bear. When the winds change in my direction, I will see the embracing sun reach to me like a deer finding her dazed fawn. If I see the suns brilliance come to me. I will pursue it to the edge of the Earth.