Dansite Reading Journal

The Noonday Sun, ancient, divine, and unassailable, nevertheless found himself in a quandary as he tried to make his way down to me in Apartment No. 1. The Reigning God peered and squinted down the dark and narrow alley between the old tenements, generating sparks and flashes as he attempted to navigate the fire esacpes and ledges, and losing a good deal of his flame in the process. He caromed off the moldering bricks, which absorbed more of his strength, and finally arrived apologetically at my dusty and decrpit window in the form of a feeble ghost.