Tag: sun

  • 294: An imperfect system

    Can it not be said, that only he can meet calm and relief who is storm-worn and standing and who has not stumbled thus his respiring? Who has allowed his balance to find him by at last keeping still though else nothing is, and having flung to the gusts for the valley below his charge […]

  • 281

    O daybreak, that I am ever with fresh gladness seen, and not honoured to evenings conviction, that today I do not mean.

  • 274

    The sun too quickly reaches height, say you? But it has its own duties to fulfil, and you yours. And have you not time to make reparation for your wrong doing, which includes doing nothing, in this instance?

  • 268: All colours soon fade

    The morning begins in a blaze of luminous peach and hot pink swirls like a pooling rain of lava to fall; the light at the edge of the world and there’s not a violence in the air. No fire in the sky or gaping hell unloosed, it’s far too still, too beautiful for it, but […]

  • 254

    What a change is wrought in 26 weeks. Days even. Why, this very morning had I broken anew and forfeited my humour in a moment drunk with ignorance, to recover again my strength before the sun had set.

  • 230

    Wake and rest your look, long and unthinking at the moments before you remember all the things that rush to confuse and deter you. That creeps forth like a rain over the ocean and obscures your pristine skies. Yield not your strength to strife unarrived. Nor by any light may find thee out, fold up […]

  • 189

    It has become a requirement to be daily bathed in the good tidings of Auroral light, where each aurifying encounter iterates the simple imperatives that extend a more genial and satisfying influence on all occasions of the day.

  • 188: Good morning, Sunshine

    I flatter myself that she combs the Earth each night by candlelight until I am found Or rising first reserves her glow until I’m slipped of my slumber sound. But she feigns a gladdened expression looking lastly where I have always waited I am the one dismantled, my overlooked hopes with thee over the hills […]

  • 187

    I much enjoy my daily visits with the rising Sun, which greets me from over the yonder each morn with an everlasting cheerful tenderness. Then a gladness washes over my heart, much in the way that sleep overwhelms the consciousness: delicately, and then utterly.

  • 173

    It rained some, light and fine. And I knew beyond the areal dance of dew and mists evanesce shone a working Sun, that didn’t at all mind and finds never its own energy or any, reason to worsen. Only recedes but with grace into the afterward, as must we if bests our fellows untempered. There […]