Laurel and Silver Radiance

That day, the Sun God drove his golden chariot across the sky, a dazzling streak of gold cutting through the boundless blue. I was washing silk by the stream. The clear water flowed gently, reflecting me and the blue sky. A golden light shimmered on its surface. Puzzled, I looked up at the sky. A breeze brushed past, and he descended from the heavens, his golden curls flying in the wind, his eyes more dazzling than the midday sun. “I have never seen such a spirited young woman.” His voice carried the heat of a summer wave as he reached out a hand, white as jade, to touch my cheek.