Dawn breaking, the sky stretching awake like a woman after a long and sensual night. Waiting for the sun to appear over a mountain or the ocean, a molten ball of fire, paying homage to the earth before it rises.
A marigold sky, warm and orange. Warming the deck of the boat and me, worshipping the sun from under my colorful sun hat. Sun rays like warm fingers fondle my skin.
Sunflowers follow the sun on its arc through the heavens, the yellow petals flutter in the breeze as white cotton ball clouds flit by.
Climbing a mountain before sunrise for the pure joy of watching the sun rise, painting a little town in France, in ochre and gold.
After a long day, sitting at a small round table with a cold glass of cava, watching the setting sun as it fades in disappears from view, while I cherish the thought of its return.
‘Bramasole’, Italian for yearning for the sun.
After night and darkness, light and a new day, a new beginning.
I adore, worship, follow, cherish, pay homage to the sun.
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