A poem.
Image: A journal sits on a cafe table. We see a fountain pen resting on the page. There's a coffee in the background.
The Sun
She journeys into the sky and the dark retreats,
There's a gentle touch on my window, my coffee glass, my journal,
Despite the warmth, my mind is consumed by trivia, nonsense and empty fear,
Her light then touches my face,
And I remember, there's no need to worry,
One day soon her perfect journey will also be mine.