She used to see sunrises when she was a teen; she would wait by the river, to see the sky break through grey, blue and magenta. The anticipation was palpable until the sun slowly rose, she would then give in to slumber until the warm glow upon her face would wake her anew.

sunrise
world at her feet
life’s possibilities

sunsets
bowing at her feet
He sees her light
©Tournesol ’17/09/04

Setting Up
