The sparkling ray of sunshine piercing through the grey of existence and making it through, only for you. The magic ray separating you from your gloomy shadow, from everything that makes you despondent, casting it on the heart of the earth, where it can accompany you, but not touch you.
It is evening.
Not bright and sunny.
Not warm and cosy.
Not so dark and cold that you light a fire.
Plain, matter of fact, evening.
The involuntary giving of a reluctant sun.
Tiny impersonal scattered morsels of light for everyone. No longer in particles but indistinguishable puny waves.
Take them or leave them.
No thank you, I shall stay indoors.