I love the Sun. That big, glowing disc in the sky, which we most of the time just take for granted. It is always there, even if it is covered by clouds and even if it shines only for a few hours a day. It's vital rays can seem to be absent for a period of time and feel very weak. It can on the other hand bake down on us relentlessly on other occasions. It might be unpleasant at times; too strong and penetrating, while at other times we welcome its warm shine and the feeling of revival it brings, after the long winter. Especially this far up north.
The word sun and its imagery has inspired songs and poets in many languages and cultures. The golden celestial object has been worshiped for centuries and considered divine; as indeed man has known since ancient times that sun equals life.
To me sun has always been a sign of comfort. It might sound strange, but knowing it is always there can ease my troubled mind. If I feel unhappy or sad, the sunshine improves my mood almost instantly. Watching the sunsets or sunrises from my windows is therapy that can not be described. And to feel its warmth on my face is a source of pleasure and happiness at all times.
"Here comes the sun" is a sentence I like to repeat in my mind, when grave subjects weigh heavy on my heart and soul.
I am wishing you all a sunny Monday!