Lost in reverie, helped along by the amber light playing dapple with the rustling leaves, enjoying the morning sun along the wooded trail. A jay screeching near by breaks the spell and I see an old man, bent and supported by a cane that looks older than his eighty or so years, approaching me. 

"Good morning," I say, smiling and nodding. 

"Is it?" he replies in gruff and grouchy tones.

"Well, it has been for me I must say." My smile continues to meet his frown. 

"Well, still, you must paint the red sun." 

"What?" I am thrown off balance by this sudden change in what had been a simple exchange of greetings even if a bit off-putting on his part. I have no idea what to say. 

"But why?" I blurted out.

"So, you can see what is coming and so others can see," he said. And then, "You must promise to do so."

I closed my eyes and looked down trying to make sense of the stranger's command and request. I couldn't make any sense of it at all. I looked up and opened my eyes.

As I was waking up from this dream, an image of a red sun presented itself and though I had not promised in the dream, I decided to paint the image. 

The man was gone. I looked in each direction. Nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared. 

So I could see.

So you could see. 

Here is my first effort to capture the image as I saw it.