2024-07-17 06:06
☀️ When I think of you what comes to mind is the Sun. Bright and splendid, but not the July Sun, not the one that burns everything.
No, when I think of you the Sun that comes to my mind is the one that appears in December.
The Sun that has been hidden for so long that when you see it your heart stops, softens and, finally, regains its warmth. ☀️