The sunshine has warmth in its brilliance, reflecting a shimmer from the ends of Lissana’s eyelashes, deep brown though they are. It invites her eyes to rest, so I may see the strong rays even when she appears to be sleeping. It’s the sunshine that comes of the year, illuminating summer meadows and alpine slopes all the same. She wishes there was a word for the feeling it brings, for now she is calling it “sun joy.”
The bright sunshine brought us infinite hues of green, the palate of nature an abundance without frontier, each complimenting the other, more beautiful together than alone. It felt as if the light flowed, the energy within as the water in a river, kissing creation alive.
Lissana slowly wrapped herself with the sheet and walked near the balcony window and inhaled the fre
