I love the winter sunlight, her soft tones and low position in the sky make her the ideal companion for my photography but she also lies, terrible chilling lies that make her a tough friend to work with because despite her appearance that whispers a promise of warmth it is merely an illusion, a trick of the light if you will. For even though she glows with good intentions she is weak in the face of her winter companion who tears through her promises and leaves them strewn in its powerful wake. The wind is her invisible nemesis, laughing at her attempts to be anything other than a source of light as it roams the land and feasts on everything in its path with its vicious chilling bite.
I come for the sunshine, her temptation too great to ignore. I worship her undeniable beauty, offering myself to her but her betrayal is swift as the wind paints her lies with chilling strokes across my skin.