Between the Facts

I’m lounging outside in a red folding camp chair, reading a book through the protective shade of my sunglasses. I can feel my arms and forehead burning, but I don’t care. Even when I go in later to look in the mirror and find that, indeed, I am a bit red in the face, I don’t care. I’m enjoying this sun way too much.

Just three days ago we woke up to three inches of snow at our doorstep. Yet since then the wind has died and the sky has cleared and the sun has shone down with an unexpected force. For three days now it has been not just pleasant but warm. Hot even! It has forced us to pull off those thermals and slide on those shorts and lounge around in tank-tops and flip-flops. It has made us think that sixty degrees can indeed feel like a hundred when you’ve been dealing with the cold for so long.

I know it won’t last long, so I’m soaking in as much of it as I can, while it’s here.

Sun, sun, Mister Golden Sunshine, please shine down on me!