This time of year there is nothing more magical then the sun warming your face. With the polar vortex creating colder temperatures than we have had in years and for longer stretches of time than we have ever experienced, we need as much sun as possible! Fortunately with the polar vortex came snow—lots of snow. And the drifts of white flakes help to amplify the solar effect.
One of my favorite activities on a cold and sun-filled day is to crawl up with a good book in a sunny spot. My long dining room faces south and we have a couch perfectly situated on one end of the room to capture the low, warming sun-rays. Oh how yummy the sun is as it melts me. I usually have the added benefit of having Anubis, my cat, snuggled next to me and if really lucky, my husband Andy also by my side. Find yourself some sun and enjoy the magical warmth of the beams of light.
How valuable it is in these short days,
threading through empty maple branches,
the lacy-needled sugar pines.
Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story
of Death’s brightness, her bitter cold.
We can make do with so little, just the hint
of warmth, the slanted light.
The way we stand there, soaking in it,
mittened fingers reaching.
And how carefully we gather what we can
to offer later, in darkness, one body to another.