Like others, he wakes up every morning and gets out of bed. ...The light likes his face, always looking good with his cheekbones, his straingt nose and his thick lashes.
Nature has been generous to him. He's always been faster than others and stronger than others ... but somehow the air seems heavier on his sholders anyway.
The golden light grazing him and the gentle breeze once messing his curls - he doesn't seem to notice them!
He's covert in a cloud of smoke entoxinating his lungs becaouse all the blessings nature gave him at birth - his luck took them away.