I am convinced that there is a healing power in the warm light of the sun. The way it washes over your face, your body. Pure, illuminating, soothing.
Everything takes on a new beauty in the bright light...
The sun is wonderful, but rain is still my favorite. Yesterday, there was a torrential downpour. The huge drops beat tattoos on the roof, the pavement, the puddles. I went outside and stood for a few moments, my arms outstretched, as the heavens cried.
This, of course, is Amos. He loves the sun. Laying in it, that is.
Sometimes, I wish briefly that I was a cat. Then I remember how cat food smells, and I am very thankful that I am a human.