Sun, great ball of light and luminosity, rises over the ocean. Its brilliance reflects off fish in the sea, and off the sea itself. It adjusts its impeccable posture and beams brighter, shimmying its shafts in tune with the soft wind. Sapphire waves collide with golden sand, scattering young children and birds alike. Emerald ropes of seaweed fling themselves onto shore, becoming toys for the skittish youth. Sun rises to the occasion and glints itself off of glistening shells concealed underneath a blanket of beach. The children rush off, playacting at piracy.
Sun coasts down a cumulus cloud and the shadows grow longer. Parents raise their sunglasses and sip their drinks, heeding the children who have now become mermaids in their own minds.
Sun receives a gentle tap of radiance upon its blazing back. Moon emerges and is momentarily blinded but quickly recovers and greets Sun with a small ripple of its glow. Sun flares and dismisses Moon with a white-hot jab. Moon stays put and attempts to glide in front of Sun. Sun dulls to a resentful red and sends fuming, fizzling sparks towards Moon. Moon gathers its star soldiers, who take the hits, falling to distant dirt, dazzling the beachgoers. Sun seethes and rams Moon out of the sky with an incredible incandescence. Moon marches back to its manor in a cloud of indignation.
Sun returns to its rightful place in the sky and beams down. Cars arrive in rivers and children pour out of them, disturbing the sleeping sand. Bright bathing suits and polychromatic parasols calm Sun. The ocean becomes more and more like a magnificent mirror, its waves settling back into the dramatic depths. Children notice this and act accordingly, swimming until their breath leaves them and they have to perch upon precarious rocks until they can stop panting and resume combing the transparent sea.
A slinking silhouette of a shark appears, basking in the warm waters. Sun wavers, its rays shivering in its own heat. A child cries out, and a lowly ribbon of crimson slithers into the sea. The youth paddle back to shore in hope of some sympathy sweets. The shark sniffs the scarlet stream and hustles towards the children. Few notice, and fewer tell the others, but soon a small patch of sea is alive once more with furious kicks and splashes. The shark moves like a shooting star, quick and easy to miss. Sun watches as a quilt of ruby spreads over a swatch of sea. The children hasten to shore, unnecessarily. The shark has gotten what it came for, and it returns to the murk.
The beach vacates and a school of cars show up, their sirens and lights hurting Sun’s senses. Sun tumbles from the sky, leaving only an orange absence.
Moon is deep in a book but does not seem fazed when Sun comes knocking on the door. Moon rises, noticing Sun’s deflation and hurries to the shore. Sun catches up and watches as Moon starts the waves again, rinsing the blood from the ocean floor. Sun sinks to its solar stronghold, burning a hole of despair in the sky. Moon summons its star soldiers and cleans up the beach. Sighing, they cast their light on a blissfully ignorant couple sipping smoothies by the shore.
The next morning, Sun, great ball of light and luminosity, rises over the ocean.