The sun seems fascinated to get closer to this paradise landscape, and keeps dropping half inch by half inch in the west. Tenderly he flies to his lover, the Ocean, who twists in delight with his imminent arrival. “Patience, my love,” the Sun whispers in long golden rays. “Soon I am yours.” – Edmond Manning, King Perry

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one. – Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Wine is sunlight, held together by water. – Galileo