SelfPub: I'll take a bunch of sun ...

And if sadness peeps into your window in the evening - accept it as a tired wanderer, drink warm sweet tea and tell how the crimson sunset enveloped the houses with magical light, how the flowers closed their buds before nightfall, and the little bees flew off to sleep, so that tomorrow morning with the first with the rays of the sun again irrigate this world with a scattering of gold.