I’m walking down the road at a relaxed pace. It’s a sunny day in spring. Everything is green. Plush, green, fresh. Like a new day after a night full of terrors. The winter is gone. Flowers bloom in every yard. Grass is being mowed continuously as the plants flourish. It smells so good, so full of life. Full of hope following the cold. I’ve been craving a day like this for months, so much that the light brings tears to my eyes.
And the sun – it’s blinding, it’s calming, and it’s warm. My skin soaks in every ray, seeking no shade. A slight breeze moves the leaves, but the day is otherwise silent. Or maybe I’ve just tuned everything else out – the cars and voices of the neighborhood, leaving the chirps of birds and swaying branches to create a song of nature in my mind.
Today is a good day, a day I see the sun without squinting. I feel no need to run and hide inside, in the shadows. I actually see the light and breathe with ease. Without pain. My filter of gray is absent today. Though it might return tomorrow, that will have to wait. In this moment, my eyes seek sunlight- pure, unaltered, genuine rays of sunshine. No gray. No shadows. If only for today, it was worth the wait. Worth suffering through the burning tears of agony that came on the coldest nights over the previous months. I always pushed through, because I knew another day of sun would eventually come.
And on the next day of gloom doom, I’ll think back to this day. I’ll remember what it was like to see the sun in her true purity. Solar strength to last through the blackest, coldest, gray. I love you, Sun. You save me.