I am a great lover of kind sunlight.
Not the glaring, burning harsh of Texas summers, but the rays that peek through the windshield on a long drive. The first sunny day of spring, where the soft grass folds under you as you lay down to soak it in. Shining through the window and making the morning glow golden around you as you stretch, warm and safe at home. Sparkling in the river and the eyes of your lover, both calm and striking all at once. Warming your fingers and nose, despite the brisk wind around you. Turning your eyelids pink as you turn your face to the sun, soaking it up like it could keep you warm for the rest of eternity. The clouds that copy and make their own the final rays shining above the horizon, and the beams that burn away the morning mist.
The sun is a great lover of mine, blessing my face with freckles and my skin with a soft tan. Days without it are always cold, regardless of the temperature shown on the thermometer. My favorite shade of purple appears when I watch it for too long, halfway between violet and black. I miss the shining at night, made to be content with the pale mirror the Moon provides.
