The Wisdom of the Sun

Growing old, Ray noticed that he was the last man standing. Everyone he grew up with had passed on to the next life. His mother, his father, and even his siblings were all gone. Sitting in his room alone he couldn’t help but notice the sun rising in the eastern sky. Every moment of his life there was that bright orange disk in the sky. Ray had been through the storm and the rain, he’d lived a long life. Rolling out of bed to get his walker he could hear the birds singing. Out of all the places he’d been, out of all the people he’d crossed paths with no one or no thing was like the sun. Every day, every minute, and every hour it was in the sky. Millions and billions of years gone by and there it was, dependable, and on time every morning. Wise enough not to brag, and wise enough to stay in its lane. Feeling the heat Ray also felt the breeze of the wind. What were the odds of that?

The Wisdom of the Sun