A faint blush dusts the sky as she walks by.

The crisp air warms in her wake, and the birds, awoken by the subtle affection that embraced their feathers, begin their song; their conversation filling the early morning air with a soft, peaceful chatter.

Her warmth kisses your cheeks, and embraces your soul as she dances elegantly across the heavens. She calms troubled hearts; her touch erasing the trials of the night before. She is the incarnation of tranquility and passion. She is the aureate glow which gilds a field of lilies. She is the light that clings to your lashes. She is the food of the earth, which grows warm and lush under her gaze. She is the source of life.

She is the sun.