Though the opening I could see the drawing on the wall of the cave.
The fire was throwing warm light, creating movement in the still night.
I sat, watching the drawing on the wall.
They had painted the sun on the cave wall.
I remember back this morning, feeling depressed and sad.
I had felt that the world was against me.
I had felt the pain in the back of my head. I had felt terrible.
 I thought I knew what to do, so I had walked to the side of this mountain and gathered some wood and kindling.
 I had sparked a fire with flint in this cave.
The first time I had seen the drawing, it had reminded me of how simple the past can communicate with the present. The simple drawing of the sun on the cave wall spoke of a time past.
 The time where one human decided to communicate with the future.
They decided to tell us that they knew the sun.
The simple drawing, a old circle and radiating lines told of emotions gone by.
They told the story of someone drawing in this cave.
The life trying to reach forward into the future.
A life with a history, a life willing to create a drawing.
A life whose time frame has long since gone.
A life that had lived and loved, fought and cried.
A life that had walked and talked in this cave.
 A life that had seen the sun.
Sitting in this cave I look at the sun and realized that I am not alone.
Someone has left a message on this wall.
 I watch the drawing as the fire's reflection plays tricks and dance on this wall.
 I know that someone else has sat here and watched this sun as it danced and entertained them so long ago.
My sadness is long gone, as I slowly understand what I see, the muscle in my neck has relaxed, the pain I understand. It leaves my body.
I'll come back here and sit at some other time.
I'll again share the time with the one who painted the sun.