A velvet sun was painting the streets with innocence. ~Carlos Ruiz Zafón
To all but the poet or one with the heart of a poet, the quote is applesauce, nonsense, silliness. Facts decree the sun is a cauldron and innocence exists only in the soul. Sadly, it is those existing outside of poetry in charge of the world.
Where the poet experiences an inspiring velvet sun, the scientist sees only a light and heat factory to exploit. Where the poet sees streets painted with innocence, the capitalist foresees highways and byways and pipelines through ancient burial grounds to increase profits. Where the poet sees suffering refugees bloodied by corrupt dictatorships or nefarious zealots, the politician sees the wretched from shithole countries siphoning tax dollars or evildoers undermining their hold on power.
I’m a velvet sun sort. Naive enough to see beauty in each and every soul including those whose innocence has been poisoned by evil. Many call me a fool. But I look in the mirror and see a human being.