When the world was still sleep she reached for the edge of the grassy cliff. There she sat, pointing her green orbs to stare at the dark infinity in front of her.

She awaited, breathing the cold chilly air, then, it started.
First came the parade of the reds, shy at first they appeared like dim paintbrushes centered on a spot right in the centre of her field of view, extending left and right and fading up into hues of dark blue.

Then it rose up, pushing away the secret of her private darknesses up, up, and up some more, secluding it up in the sky and then painting it al in light and colour, putting to sleep the holy of the night back in its rooms.

The fire globe then appeared, crossing the dark line of the horizon. The dew on the grass around her started doing the magic, transforming those oblique rays into a thousand little rainbows.

This made her smile.
“I wish to be like you”
she breathed to herself.
“to produce rainbows, out of Ra, the Sun”.
“Ra in bow”