My sun and I

I awoke this morning at six, way too early for a Saturday, and simply could not go back to sleep. I got up, put on a jacket, and got ready to go take a walk.

By the time I was out the door, the sun was barely rising up over the trees, brilliantly gold against a pink and blue sky with clouds which made my heart ache for summer. I walked my normal route, with the sun behind me. When I turned I saw it again, more brilliant than before, bursting with light through the tops of tall trees close by.

I found myself walking, not back to my house, but to the sun.

The bright sun; so joyous and radiant it made me smile just walking to the light I wouldn't catch. At times I ran to it, never wanting to leave it, never wanting it to change it's place in the sky or the brilliance I could see of it now.

And I thought for a moment, maybe that was why the sun is so bright- even though it's cold- in the winter. It's a sign warmth will come again.

That sun was my summer sun. That sun is the same sun which rises from the very depths of the Atlantic ocean during June. That same sun gives off heat as brilliant as it's warmth; and we'll feel it soon enough.

That cold, harsh winter sun, bitter as it seems during the day, is my beloved sun.

I walked on and on, never wanting to look away from the bright colors casted in the sky. I spoke to it; and it smiled back to me.

My week is made. So many appreciate a gentle moon; soft and dazzling, reflecting light, heat less, mysterious, but forget the sun, the true creator of the light we see on a moon.

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Waking up and walking out
No one else is about

to one side the earth's asleep
dreaming softly, dreaming deep

but on the other it's breaking dawn
birds sing across a neighbor's lawn

the sun, so bold, awakens all
every creature, every critter, big and small

In awe of the bold and bright
I bask in it's light

I spend my morning with the sun
But alas, it's time is done

I had my time with the sunrise so grand
but it leaves me to wake up another land

I know we'll share a morning again
and I'll remember until then

how my sun smiled at me
giving me love, unchanging and free