It was as if the rays of that dawn, pulsing through freshly clothed trees, were my heartbeat drum. With every dance of my limbs the tune became ever freer, its notes ever lighter. Head up toward the sky, watching more sun-born spotlights than anyone could count, my wakeful life was better than my dreams. For so long I’d been in the dark, no more, no more. From here on in it’s sunlight and dancing every day.
Daylight comes as a fresh ocean current carrying birdsong and the aroma of petals, her rays deep-saoked in the love and laughter of the ages.
In the daylight my mood is as brilliant as those sunny rays and my soul takes on a lightness, a will to float and play upon the clouds.
Be it wave or photon, whatever whimsical mood the light chooses to play in, let it rain down so freely from the blessed open canopy.
The daylight comes as such intricately woven threads of gold so light that its creator can only be divine.
In that broad daylight was a sense of serenity, a peace that invited itself into the soul and made itself at home.
Today the light is oddly bright, casting the seagulls into dark shadows against a sky of palest blue. Their wings beat, hugging the air as they drift on unseen thermals. For a few moments they have Axel's eye, keeping him spun into some sort of daydream.
It is becoming more common for people to move about in the daylight hours, through I'm not sure it's wise. The blanket of night feels like protection to me and the light of the day spooky. It lays everything bare, naked, free for all to probe with their eyes. There are rumours of a market starting, a place to trade. Sometimes I wonder if I would remember how to speak if I opened my mouth to say more than my customary nod and grunt. The idea of so many people in one place fills me with dread but it would be useful. I snatched many of my items in bulk and am missing other things I need. Mostly the world at this time is still grey, the city always is, but the watery morning light makes the sky blue and next to my all black outfit my skin is ghostly. I'm sure once my nerves settle I will enjoy these days out in the warm rays; they feel like my mother's smile, softly radiant. They evoke memories of playing on the swings in a light floral dress and the first flowers after snow.
Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.
We emerge from the steps as a new unit, but it can only be temporary. He's slung over my hip, nothing but a few candy bars for God knows how long doesn't make a kid strong and moving slow is something I never do. He raises a diminutive hand to the brilliant sun rays, after so long in the cave-like subway his retinas are unaccustomed to any light at all. His clothing is every-bit as fashionable as I had thought. Under this intense daylight his sweater is cherry red close-knit wool and his cargo pants are bright blue. It's like carrying around a freakin' target. A dull jacket will be the second thing we do after a high protein meal. After a few minutes he's peeking through his fingers, maybe he hasn't seen the street for a while. I rarely see it by day either but I'm struck at how it is still so grey even bathed in sunlight. Store banners that were once the only splashes of colour are extinguished and their wares are either behind steel shutters or looted.
Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.
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