Mekone

“Night. No one prayed, so that the night would pass quickly. The stars were only sparks of fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes” ( Wiesel 18).

Long before the star in the sky gave us warmth and the rock in the sky gave us it’s luminous presence, there were two people. The sun and the moon. Sun was a fierce warrior and proud to his merit. Moon was gentle, soft spoken and often vague with their words. These two polar beings lived in harmony with one another for centuries, that was until Moon felt the pang of hunger. Sun could sense disturbance in the air as Moon began to speak “I’m hungry”. Sun knew what was about to arise, these two words conjoined in sentence would be his undoing. Reluctant, knowing the outcome, he asked “What do you want to eat”. The three words in response would send a fluster of annoyance and agitation towards Sun, these three words would be “I don’t know”. Visible

With the sudden renewal of faith, the stars multiplied in replacement of the clouds. They thrived with the expansion of their power and majesty. Leaving the children in awe of their greatness. The clouds were scarcely seen from that day forward. Forced into submission in the stars’ kingdom. They were treated as ghosts, seen as invisible. In reality, they were as blue as the

At night he would go out and look at the night across the water the shined at Daisy house. Then one day the light lost all it meaning.

On land, pillars of granite rose up angelically into the ether. The once grey sky was slowly being permeated with an onyx decor. Though we had started our journey with blue skies, it was becoming increasingly sincere that we would conclude it in storm.

In the beginning, a young Janie dreams to have a marriage like the bees and the blossoms, “She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight”(11). She hopes to find a man that complements and completes her. She wants to experiences the ups and downs in life.

“Half-awake, I hear them speak to me in Haisla...Morning light slants over the mountain” (1).

Millions of Centuries ago there was only day. There was no night, only hot, sunny, bright day. And the god in charge of that was Apollo. In the beginning God’s ruled over the earth and each of them had a special ability and Apollo’s happened to be the sun. But little did he know his never ending days would soon come to an end.

Over the town of Ledwin, in the middle of a particularly hot July, the sky flickered while the waning moon hung in its tent. It was not the stars that shined deep across the cosmos, or the flames of a meteorite breaking through Earth's attenuated barrier. No, the very sky itself became bright, shining as if the sun was antagonized into a fearsome rage, then dark, as if it were subdued by a much more terrifying presence. It was like some sort of anomalous, uncanny light switch was being pushed, flipping the sun on, then off. On, then off. Alternating between levels of such extremity that it was a miracle the air itself didn’t catch fire and then freeze over, for it was not temperature that changed, only

Tom and Lily are newlyweds, and on their honeymoon, their primary goal is simply to find sunlight. After the war, sunlight was rare and the sky was consistently gray. Tom said, “Going to find a bit of sun and have our honeymoon in it”(6). Lily even wears a yellow wedding dress in hopes of a life full of sunlight and blessings. In joyous celebration, the hopeful couple begins their journey by heading south eagerly anticipating a glimpse of sunlight and

In the solitude of pitch-black infinite space, “men forgot their passions”-all values were lost, hopes and goals were put on hold, and only darkness existed. A world living in darkness was forced to displace its

In a photographer’s booth, we see the symbol of light where parents are able to look on themselves from the side and they have a possibility to understand that they are intolerable to each other. “The place is shadowed in the mauve light which is apparently necessary”. Unfortunately, they know it from the beginning but they don not want to accept it because it will disturb already chosen path. “…and finally, shocked by their indifference”. The only son, who is going to start an adult life, able to summarize the parents mistakes and to build his future in the light of love, hope and faith. “…into the cold light, I woke up”. No matter what and when we are always know where is the light but sometimes it is easier to wander in a gloom then to find strength to look at the sun.

The sun has been an endless source of inspiration, both physical and spiritual, throughout the ages. For its light, warmth, and the essential role it has played in the maintenance of the fragile balance of life on earth, the sun has been honored and celebrated in most of the world's religions. While the regeneration of light is constant, the relative length of time

After she grabbed the clock, Aristarchus threw the potion straight at her. She had no idea what the potion was for or what it did, but she automatically knew it was bad. Before Olympias even had a chance to react Eurydice jumped in front of Olympias, the potion shattering all over her. Eurydice fell to the ground, crippling into a ball. Olympias, enraged with anger, shot an iron cage on top of Aristarchus, imprisoning him. Olympias wept as Eurydice at the loss of her bright, beautiful friend. An idea suddenly started to form in Olympias’s head as she looked from the bright nymph to the dark god. She would place Eurydice in the sky beside her to warm the people and give them light, and she would place Aristarchus in his prison in the sky to provide sleep and darkness to the people. They would be called the sun and the moon, and man would finally learn about

As the stars hang, unchanging in the nighttime sky, and as the sun moves in ceaseless circles around the earth, so the tree had endured. And even as the wind rustled in its outermost boughs, the tree looked out to the sun, as if for reassurance about its own unchanging eternity. On the horizon, no yellow eye looked back. The sun was gone.