The Fearful Sun

The Fearful Sun

I smiled against the rain. The sun was being shy today. Can‘t blame him! Some days the world outside can be a bit too much. Sometimes you just want to curl up in bed and stay there, safe from the dangers beyond the blankets. But there‘s no such thing as danger, all that danger ever holds is fear. And fear is no good life partner. Living in fear is not living at all. The thought that the big bright sun could live in fear sometimes was equally heartwarming and heartbreaking. How could the most beautiful thing in the universe ever be scared? The sun, who gives life to all things, and still even he wants to shut himself from the terrors outside every once in a while. What does that say about our world? Have we turned it into such an awful place that even the sun is afraid to look at it? There it is, the fear creeping up again. Fear is no good life partner. I breathed softly in. I breathed slowly out. I let the raindrops slide down my face. I looked up at the sky again and gently encouraged the sunshine to break through the clouds. The wind moved as in response. It seemed like the wind missed the sun as well. The trees shook their branches, leaves blowing everywhere, rising and rising, reaching for the sun. But the sun did not come out. Not yet anyway.