Chapter 24-1. the sun

WHEN I reflect on the morning of October 16th of 2017, of the morning I met Marley Hoover for the first time, I picture a solar eclipse. In this space metaphor, Marley is obviously the sun. The metaphor couldn't fit her better. Besides the spitfire in her, the fire in her eyes and in her quiet strength, sunshine is all she is in everything she does. It's all you feel when you're around her, it's all you see when she smiles, it's all you hear when she laughs. She radiates life. She's warm. She's light. And then there's me, who a moon metaphor couldn't possibly embody better. I don't give light, flowers don't bloom where I stand, warmth doesn't seep into those I touch, but, I am necessary in my own way. The moon ensures the constant of the tides in oceans that the sun filled, the moon ensures that day is longer than night. The moon may not bring life, but it protects the sun and what the sun creates. That's who I am. I look after, I take care of, and I defend. In this way, Marley needs m