Interesting how Sunlit spends it autumn days. The days grow shorter during the fall. People miss the summer sunshine. Trees weep their leafy tears onto the sidewalks and yards across the world. Colors appear to be beautiful and they are the colors of death. Autumn is a celebration of death showing how beautiful it can be. With this edition Sunlit gets together a bunch of great writers to celebrate the season in style.
Sheikha A. knows days look best in porcelain. With that sturdy material the days get a nice sheen to them. In the fresh sea the wagers smell wonderful wafting through the waves. Ripples of shame happen when the wager has been lost. Wine in eternity is well-aged over a lifetime. To properly make eternity wine one must water the grapes with tears. That way in death people can get drunk off of their sadness and realize suffering has a promise as those who wronged them spend eternity in a burning pit of fire.
L. Ward Abel winces and the office loses power. This is a reason to end the daily routine the office that shreds people apart. Signatures change making people into sandpaper when they shouldn’t be so hard. From far away the shimmering presents itself: of childhood, of retirement, which borders the supposed necessity of the workplace.
Sarah Edwards feels the nose go inside the mind. Of course that happens when something smells fishy when the stench becomes too great. There is no need for that sense of power. People ought to be equals. Disagreement with this basic truth can result in a lifetime of disappointment. Not everybody sees it though they should take the hints the refusals due to their failings their inabilities to face the truth.
Beatrix Lanuit knows old paint is poison. Lead paint tried to protect against the outside world making the inside world that much worse. The layers linger on the skin for years. Most can’t get through every layer and find themselves partway through a person. Summer solstice is a one-day celebration of the longest day. Twists and turns of the modern life lead to the heart of the matter being warbled useless. Vibrations of the tongue try to keep language together and they fail. It is okay. It happens all the time.
Owen Lucas knows about the motorcars. He better! The motorcars are what make commerce possible. Without motorcars people would not be exposed to such danger. Post men and Post women might be a bit slower in their deliveries. And is it really worth it: to delay instant gratification? No rain nor sleet nor snow shall stop it.
Ian Macks floats alone in the overcast. Clearly this means fog and this means low visibility. Drivers out on the roads need to be cautious when driving in a fog. Plenty of clouds regret becoming fog but they have no choice but to feel so down. Tired eyes search for the shine but the shine has already been pocketed by uncouth youngsters.
James Owens talks about water disrespect. No body of water is better than the other. Every body of water is better than the Arctic Ocean, that sad tiny ocean. Ducks need big bodies of water in order to get their duck on and the Arctic Ocean can’t do it for them. Only the rivers and lakes of the world can. That is the power.
Adam Tedesco witnesses the phases of baby raccoons. They grow up so quickly. One moment they are mere infants, the next they are King Trashmouth, head of the trashmouth family. Raccoons stick together among the bikes and bats for they too need shelter from the cold. Like any animal they stick with their family.
Elias Van Son knows the challenges of phenomena. Information grids are new phenomena that decide how to categorize things. Winds scale the phenomena down to erode them into sand mere cached packets. Invisible Earths are soon revealed on night islands. This is normal.
Shae Void deals with a problem that happens far too often. This should not be normal. Nobody has the right to demand that kind of thing to guilt somebody into doing anything like that kind of thing. It is a vile world where a guy can simply do whatever he likes without any worry about being called out. Honestly the era will someday come where that guy no longer has the baby face where that guy understands his wretched behavior, looks himself in the mirror, and knows where he went wrong.
Fall ends and winter begins. With it comes less sunlit landscapes. The winter solstice is harder than the summer one even though the winter solstice technically makes days longer. Nobody can really realize that fact that every day the days grow longer by minute by minute until spring and summer make their colorful appearance. Until then Fall is the best that nature can do.