𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏
it was as if she had dared to turn the sun into nothing more than a fragmented wisp of the ruler it used to be. she stole the spotlight and soaked in it; took her time, and then some more. she dipped herself into the honeyed zinnias and bloomed with the gold-drenched daffodils. she was not just the sun — she allowed herself to be the entire sky. she was the gentle baby blues, the sultry peach sangrias, even the delicate lavenders that never failed to give way to a canvas of flushed poppy and eden. she always fell asleep in an amber warmth along the cobalt tides, her saturated vibrance radiating for all to see. she decided a long time ago that she was not just going to be a little drop of comfort, keeping people safe through a breeze. she chose to be the light instead, guiding them all through the storms at sea.
