In such a furtive manner, the sun can only glance down upon us once in a while, and act like it really is not there at all, peeking over the hill, or the mountain, and seeing those small things that it's shine brings to light. Those small things are us, who can only look a moment at the great sun.
Feel it, looking down, with a calm demeanor, not yet broken by Springs storms, or angled and turned by the clouds, wishing us away. Close your eyes and feel the warmth of it, breaking through and filling you once again.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Marla Bolton
Eufaula, Oklahoma
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