Even the sun gets a clean slate everyday.

To rise and stake its claims on the world.

Warming the waters that chilled in its absence overnight.

When it sets.

So maybe I still have time to rewarm the fire I feel I had lost.

The passion that fled me.

The happiness that taunts me.

Giving me small tastes but refuses to be everlasting.

The tingles I get randomly.

I will accomplish all that I set before me

Ignore the cold waters

While I move on to the more warm things!

The Moon’s looked great these last 4 days