*a paragraph omitted from my novel, but a paragraph I enjoy nonetheless.*
The first ray has made its way into the horizon. I’ve always loved the sunrise, no matter how often I see it. There is something majestic about seeing a king lose its crown every night and continuing to come back for more each day. As if to say, “This is my kingdom and I will not abandon you.” But little does it know, its kingdom worships a new god every night in its absence. Or even more, the sun knows exactly this, but still loves the kingdom so much that it comes back regardless. Despite the story behind the sunrise, it is beautiful, and I will always admire it and strive to find that pureness within myself that can replicate even a fraction of a single ray.