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I step outside.

The boding heavens are gray and ominous. Like they are foreshadowing an undecided future. They are trying to tell me something. I feel a storm a'coming. It is early in the noon yet the sun is strugglin'. Desperately trying to be seen, be heard, be known as more than nothin'. I see you sun.
Battling for the forefront, it is so many clouds against one star. So many near against one so far. So many surfs against one true czar.A dim attempt at an eclipse, they want a coup, and one in particular steps in to hide the growing glow. Ashen and bleak, like it has fought this war before; a hazed and once triumphant solider in the Battle of the Light.
This is an aerial plight and from underneath I have the best seat. Out of reach, but ever so clearly, I see the combat. Slow and calculating, waiting, debating the odds of success. The infantry gathers behind their leading cadet. My romantic western sky becomes a timeless standoff between good and bad while the world ponders the outcome.
Bashfully, the sun hesitates. To shine or not to shine, that is the internal conflict. Yet there is no time for hesitation, No time to spare. The air is biting colder and colder, viciously taking sides in a standoff that seems so outnumbered. Hopeless without a star to shine in the damp darkness.
I stare.The noon is dying and still no clear heir. One has to succumb for the other to stay there. My money is on the sun.
Shine with all your light and let there be none. Over your doubt and release your burden. Open the gates of heaven with your sol so that others will believe. I see you sun. Even if others don't. I won't despair and I pray that you won't. Let your glow defeat those who can't see past the clouds. The battle of the light is forever and defeat is not allowed. Today may not be yours but tomorrow is anew. One is more than many if hope holds true. Victory is there; it is simply waiting for you. I see you sun. Tomorrow, they may too.