Book of Sun Chapter 2


Bloomed: Rosette. Sat next to two moms at Urth Café, both had their newborns swaddled in golden brown blankets. I guess the days of pink and blue are over. A woman stopped and asked the moms “boys or girls?” They rolled their eyes after she left and said “how could she not tell, they are clearly girls!”

The Golden Rage: Toasted Taupe. An hour before sunrise, I think about you and regret the day I met you. An hour before sunset, I think about you and can’t believe I survived another day without you. These are the golden hours – the hours they say are the perfect light to photograph. You are my worst masterpiece.