I have always pictured the sun and moon as lovers.
Sanguine in nature,the sun smiles upon us with its never ending radiance. Granting mankind a critical gift: Warmth. A feeling that imitates the emotion of a long awaited kiss.
Without the sun, we would not enjoy the niceties that our planet provides. We would miss the sound of bees amidst a vibrant prairie. Where the water refuses to remain stagnant and fluffy animals linger. Topped with a grandeur rocky side as a backdrop, reminiscent of a naturalist painting.
As humanity builds, destroys and renews our world to best fit our self-serving desires, it can be easy to forget the contribution this blazen celestial body provides.
Yet, I assume it must be lonely. To carry the world on their shoulders, never asking for anything in return. To be subject to purviewing humanity’s one most cherished gift, love, without indulging in. For even the strongest of headstrong warriors stumble, and at times, the sun conceals their emotions within rain to recollect itself.
After the storms cleared, the sun rekindled. Humanity oblivious to the ghastly performance created by our beloved.
However, the sun is never truly alone. As the moon always follows their imaginary trajectory. With pale skin, this phlegmatic character protects life while the sun wanders away.
It must be difficult for the stellar body to feel the invisible gratitude of this world. As many fear the darkness and coldness created by the sun’s absence. Conversely, amid the moon’s watchful eye, we are given many pleasantries. For those who enter the moon’s veil, they will be granted the ability to dream. As they will be able to glare at our never ending universe.
To enjoy the reflection of the infinite number of astronomical bodies within the pupils.
Humanity has created stories, ideologies and even memories around monochromatic canvas without citing the author.
At times, the sun and moon share their familiar frustrations from afar. Shooting stars are created by their pleasant conversations. Laughter erupts among the two, and smiles are constructed. Breaking character, the moon smiles creating a crescent. The grin remained so wide, it would take days to dissipate.
There would be a day where both the moon and sun would grow cumbersome with romantic feelings. An affliction created by their daily observations of humanity. Spring came and as flowers began to bloom, so were the feelings of courage and devotion.
As if tomorrow were to be their last, one began racing towards the other. A move so unnatural that the whole world took notice. In fear of being struck, the clouds began to make room for the dashing couple. The streets began to relax, the awe’d populi began to halt their existence to witness the event. The world could have ended at that very moment and no one would dare to notice.
With words of affection, the moon and sun held hands. The stars align at such a marvelous event. Skipping a heartbeat, and with locked eyes. One leaning down while the other inched up. The sun’s mane began to cover the cheeks of the moon. In retaliation, the moon smiled at said stimulation. Closing their eyes, they united with a kiss.
Creating a cosmic explosion, the whole world began to cheer and celebrate at the newly created bond.
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