I love the sun.
Especially when the sun makes its daily grand entrance and when it takes a bow for another brilliant performance before it retires to sleep.
The sun warms. It grows. It brightens and enlightens.
It also gives life to shadows and imperfections.
When the sun brightens your space, shadows come from corners and crevices and creep along their way. The sun also highlights things like crumbs and cat hairs invisible to the naked, shadowed eye.
It's the paradox of life.
Sunshine is so giving. So great. To soak it up like Timothy Green is an amazing feeling. But too much sun withers and fades as well.
Sun giveth, sun taketh away.
The good and the bad. We can't feel one without the other. You can’t feel the joy without experiencing the pain. The pain of a scar runs deep but the scar remains seen to give us strength.
The imperfections of a perfect Sun.
As is life.
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