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

Lethargics are to be laid in the light, and exposed to the rays of the sun for the disease is gloom. – Aretaeus

Sun spreads through the treetops like an epidemic. – Dave Bonta, from The Morning Porch, morningporch.com/2009/04/96792742