Suddenly this week I am being kissed awake by the Sun again. It is delightful rising up through consciousness to that warm touch and laying there in bright bliss for a time before leaving that intense caress. By the time I get downstairs the Sun is now high enough through the East facing window to be a presence where I write, continuing to warm my thoughts and illuminate my relationship with words, a kind of ménage á trois: the Sun, the words, and me.
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