The Sun

The landscape looked like it was endless, spread out in front of me, beckoning me to take it all in with my eyes. Lord knows I tried. I took in the extent of the greenery and the way the sun was setting, overwhelming the horizon with its presence. Its presence that cannot be ignored. The grand sunset with its array of oranges, yellows and reds, that demands our attention.

It is loud and fiery chaos and yet peaceful and quiet at the same time. It is both the most dominant part of the view and always in the background. It is at once anxiety-inducing and yet comforting. It makes us question the chaos in the world and yet it is stability itself. It is always there, behind the clouds of doubt and inconsistency. We might not always see it, but we are aware of its existence, solid like a mother’s love.
We fear its apparently harmful rays, yet bask in its heat, protecting ourselves from the cold. Like our nearest and dearest, we criticize it and yet couldn’t do without it.

Our ally and confidante, our antagonist. Our first love, the monster under the bed: the sun.