The sun is at eighteen hours in the sky. I missed him this winter, the sun. He's a dear happy face that can truly brighten a landscape- no pun intended. And with his help in the coming weeks everything will change. But as for now I am enjoying the brown grass and the gleaming smile of his big yellow face. I like the way his rays come down and hug my pale skin. I'm much to fair to play in his light too long, but the temptation of his welcoming embrace is often too much to resist. And for the next four months I shall frolick in the utter delight of his grand spotlight on the land. He'll be with me 24/7, and I find his company quite a pleasure.
