Chasing the Sun
I chased the sun And caught it in my hand I closed my fingers around it And tried to keep it safe The light trickled through The spaces in between my fingers And shone for all to see I clapped my other hand Over my closed fist To fill the gaps But the sun found Another way to escape I chased the sun And caught it in my eyes They glistened like crystals And shone like gold I closed my eyes So no...
If you want to be happy, be.– ~ Leo Tolstoy, Russian author
This is too good. An abandoned church and the lowering sun shoots itself through the stained glass. On this side of the window, I’m driving by and am hit with a bolt so yellow it makes me think I am seeing God. It’s just light. And the same light glances off the gingko leaves littering the sidewalk like ancient lost coins and then children take over, scramble for the fallen gold and are...