This is not the post I planned for todayPosted: February 25, 2013
Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It’s called the sun. Let’s go get us a little.
~ Nora Roberts, The Hollow
The sun came to visit today, and turned the sky the most amazing shades of blue. Although I had plenty of work to do indoors, I couldn’t resist the call to go out and play.
The pond is still icy, but the sun made the day feel oh-so-warm. It is on days like this, after a week or so of general cloudiness, that I become a sun worshiper.
The light is restorative and energizing and all kinds of other good things. It makes me want to dance and twirl, and skip and sing.
And the blue of the sky! Magnificent. I want to fall right into it and take a ride on one of the big, fluffy, white clouds.
Winter will return tomorrow so it was best not to waste this lovely day by spending it indoors.
Even the birds knew there was something special about this day. Four hawks flew overhead, dancing and whistling and taking pleasure in the day and the brilliance of the sky. It’s the first time I’ve seen the mating ritual of the Red-tailed Hawk. The male flies way up high, practically into the clouds, and then dives down at a steep angle. He does this several times before he approaches and touches the female. I was not so fortunate as to see them lock talons and spin towards earth. I think I just missed it, catching the moment when the birds had just separated.
Sunlight is painting.
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
I believe Nathaniel Hawthorne may be right. Sunlight is painting. It splashes across the landscape, into the nooks and crannies, illuminating and enlivening.
We lose a great deal, I think, when we lose this sense and feeling for the sun. When all has been said, the adventure of the sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy in it and awe of it, not to share in it, is to close a dull door on nature’s sustaining and poetic spirit.
~ Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
The post I had planned for today will wait for tomorrow when the rains return, or the day after that when the snow flies again. Today is a day to share the joy of sunlight.
The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.
~ Ann Brashares
I reckon that’s it from the Bogs on this gloriously sunny day. Thanks for joining me on a walk in the sunlight. I don’t know about you but I kind of enjoyed squishing around in the mud while soaking up the heat and light from the golden orb up in the sky. Thank you, Sun, for stopping by today. It was a most enjoyable visit.
One day the sun admitted,
I am just a shadow.
I wish I could show you
The Infinite Incandescence
That has cast my brilliant image!
I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The astonishing Light
Of your own Being!