The sun will spill through the sky, and shine onto my head. I will not ever bother to try and touch it back, I know better than that. I will sit frozen in the warmth as I try to figure out every single way to savour it.
I have done this though I know it will go by faster if I think about it the whole time, so I have opted for a better solution: I will simply do nothing.
I will not walk in the sun, I will not lay in it, I will not run after it or even hide from it.
I will let it come to me.
I will passively let in blare into my eyes, shine onto my body, I will let it warm my soul as its contact seems to sear my skin, and I will love the sun.
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