I have seen the sun.
A simple claim. I have seen the sun. She went on to elaborately portray the scene. Her standing at her balcony observing the gigantic cosmic phenomena. Viewing the sun as if for the first time. Seeing it real close. Feeling its heat. Feeling the radiating warmth and energy. Seeing the sun up close and personal. Large. Domineering. Obscuring all other views. A vision in itself. The trees of the forest became tiny images on the exterior of the viewed horizon. She had seen the sun.
She witnessed the phenomena, the great sun hanging in the heavens. She identified it as a miracle, her ability to see it this clearly, devoid of any distractions. She stood there appreciating that sight; grateful for the gift she had been given. Fearful of what was yet to occur.
Without warning, the sun set. The glorious ball of fire dropped into the ocean below. She lost her breath and was overtaken with a wave of panic. She had seen the sun. She had lost the sun. As she had feared it had dropped from the heavens into the foreboding ocean below.
Clueless she applied that which she had witnessed to everything in her life. Deeming all good things subject to suddenly coming to an end. She became consumed with the thought that all good is temporary, all happiness short lived and all successes a fraud. She was predestined to lose all that is of value to her. She developed an extreme fear of tomorrow, of the upcoming second of the time when her suns will drop from their heavens into the ice cold water and die.
Only what she has overlooked is yes, the sun did set; only princess it sets every night. It is a sad but consistent reality. The sun at the end of every exhausting day drops beyond our horizon. No matter how strongly it shone or how cloudy the skies had been. It shall set.
Moreover I could say with equal certainty that every morning, the sun will come up again. A new sun if you will, but a sun nevertheless. A sun equally splendid and equally miraculous.
To a new day…
To you tsarina.