Dear Sun, Sometimes you make my day, and sometimes you bring me sorrow when you decide to stay away. Sometimes you shine, you shine, for nine days in a row. I’m happy. For you look like a fireball rolling through the sky, when it is I, the blue planet, who circles around you. Fearless, you seem, perhaps carefully guarded by the clouds, but fearless. So what is my complaint about your power, when it is I, the people, who is led outside to bathe in your light. Thank you, sun, I’m happy.
The winter is certainly not pulling me to stay in the Netherlands. Somehow it is so harsh, with its coastal winds and heavy rains and grey skies. In January it’s the worst. The weather locked me up inside, with my heater on, feeling cold. Now it is February, and to my surprise, it is sunny. The last days the sun led me outside. Frankly, I feel rejuvenated breathing, looking, stopping, taking pictures. A subtle smile has embedded itself on my face. The sun has been strong enough to shift my priorities. I create reasons to leave the house, walking most of them. There’s no rush to arrive, whatever destination. The sun made me slower, more aware, and I love it.
But so I wondered. How would I be to live without the sun? What is there to miss most? Is it its light, carrying us through the day, helping where it can? Is it its warmth, tickling on the skin when we wear our skirts and shorts and tops and shirts out? Is it its feel, the memories of sunny summer holidays and endless sunrises and -sets? Is it something else? I bet there are many answers, all valid for themselves. Many, a multitude, perhaps it’s that what makes the sun so special to me. Its light filling my days, its warmth on my feet, its memories of sunsets in every country. And its hope, my wish to spend many more beautiful moments with the sun.
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