Alessandro Studies Our Closest Star

“The sun cleared the eastern ridges of the Apennines, having pushed a crescent of itself over the inflamed hills as if to begin it’s white barrage from a firing slit. Alessandro squinted at it, having saved his eyes all his life to see now that its surface was like a pocket in the waves under a high wind, swirling in contradiction and counterpoint within an arc as luminous and clear as crystal. It ascended in perfect containment, its detonations noiseless, its fires compressed, and it floated over the mountains, flooding them with light.”