Wednesday, November 20, 2013
You should never meet your heroes. I found out he was not the sun, a gaseous angel, but a man with annoying character flaws.
He could lead the masses, but not a family. His wife is the moon, they love, but sleep on opposite sides of the sky.
Their children tolerate their blood lineage, but are atheists. They don't believe in the father.
Spring comes, winter comes, but I don't worship at the changing of the seasons. I just clean my house, change my wardrobe and try not to be like the sun.
Photo: taken from the train with my iPhone 4S with on board camera app.