capturing the
sun
sun
It is slow and gradual. Though Safrin has already appeared, the sun having been placed back where it belongs, still the dawn arrives slowly the way that water boils. Midnight turns to plum. Violet intersperses like dew, and soon the warm and vibrancy of the ochres and crimsons join. Light begins to dapple through the canopy of leaves, and though the Greatwood is a dense and darkened place, the boughs of the trees seem to kneel and sway to allow the light to radiate towards the ground.
