Tanner

Face angled, catching a glimpse of the rays beaming out from a burning ball of heat. Brightness commenced from above, while darkness below. He prefers a little of both. Time slows and calmness covers his aura. Eyes radiate as twilight emerges. Walking towards a black lantern he plans to turn aglow in the windowsill while the moon arises. Is sight a warm, pellucid feeling? No matter, his blindness is his miracle.