The Beauty Of Simplicity.

The sun is an interesting thing.

The Beauty Of The Sun.

I hate the sun. But, I enjoy the effect it has on others. It’s as if all their glorious problems melt away when they expose themselves to it. They love it. With delight simmering in their irises they look up to the pale cloudless sky. Their golden eyelids lethargically shut as the zealous warmth spreads over their skin: delicately soaking in every last drop of delicious sunlight. The brash texture of the dull deck chair juxtaposes the softness of their glowing skin. When the content sun reveals itself to everyone as if it were close friends with mankind, everyone revels in its glory ; they jump outside as if it's the last time they will witness such beauty. As the sun dances over their skin like a pianist angelically glides their fingers over the ivory keys of their piano when playing the most light of symphonies they quickly glide into place on the vibrant green terrain closest to them to gain the most sunlight possible. The arctic drinks that slowly perspire onto the bronze metal garden table below they gulp them down with no hesitation due to the heat.  Quite a lot of people find they are the most creative they can be in the presence of the sun. Many of them turn to perfectly rough sketching or gracefully painting masterpieces in all the shades of expression. I find that the sun makes me uncomfortable and it’s awfully hard to read in it’s light. Although,  I believe that my chilly attitude towards the dainty ball of fire is gracefully evolving into a refreshing romance.