Where I am right now the sun doesn’t shine. The sun hides behind a mass of black, drenched in cowardice, drowning in shame, riddled with despair, suffocated by loneliness. But the sun isn’t weak. She is the most powerful force in our tiny galaxy, and she has responsibilities. She cannot let everyone down and she cannot let herself down. She has to wait for Air to blow the clouds away, but she is sure that this will happen soon. She will be patient. Then she will shine bright.
