And now, we gather back the sun.
Like winding yarn, the ball of it growing as patient hands collect and recollect.
Like prayer, turning our faces gratefully upward to it, letting it warm our hearts.
Like spring water, letting it run cold and bright through our fingers. Drinking thirstily, never able to get enough.
Like lovingkindness, quite brimming over with the light.
image: Nature Heals, Nature Reveals