Reassurances

Here I sigh waiting patiently for the sun to finally set, so I can see the last bit of light from the dying rays. Sitting back, watching it burn as it has so many times before, although no two days are exactly alike, so much stays the same. 

The energy of the morning, blooms to the brightness of its full potential. Only to be embraced romantically in the waves of sunset sky and darkness of its fall. 

Do you greedily gulp at it's warmth on your face in winter, but curse it's name when too much of its glow has burnt you in the following months? 

You knew it would burn you, but you still treasured every moment of light.