The Sun by Mary Oliver
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any
language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
Today the sun came out, and although it was cold, it was glorious. The shining sphere really makes a difference in my attitude towards the day. I donned my rainbow leg warmers and set off on a new route with my bike. My attitude although brighter has not allowed me to look at the 25 writing contest pieces which is OK. I think I'll merely enjoy the sunshine coming in through the windows.
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