In the dayshine you are my sepia king, a shadow that walked into the light and found himself more legend than man.
The dayshine is a child who has learned to turn its laughter into golden light, and it comes with the kind of warmth that goes straight to the soul.
The dayshine falls freely upon the citizens of the town, loving and warming each one all the same.
Give me the dayshine on a flower any day of any year, and you can keep everything bling and shallow - yet I pray you choose the flowers too, those blooms under soft nascent rays.
In the dayshine there is an aliveness, a glow that greets the skin as friend. It invites the self forwards into the time that that saunters in steady relaxed purpose, to be bold enough to take up space and the warmth each ray has to offer.
Dayshine comes so boldly as if declaring that colours matter, inviting us to open our eyes a little wider and let them in.