dawnofthenewday293

The sun broke this afternoon, and it rained down on the water. Sun-shards are remarkably clear, only shimmering golden when you turn them to the side. I turned them all around (they were warm on my fingers) and tried to make sense of what I saw. I'd seen the cracks in the sun ages ago. I'd wondered about it breaking. I'd worried I wouldn't care enough when I saw it for myself in real time. Now, as the tears break free and I gasp for breath in the sun-starved wilderness, I know I do. I stand in the middle of the river (it's getting cold without the sun) and I stare at the bits of sun floating in the current. The river drags me down. The