An elderly gentleman recently told me that he came to New Mexico in 1963 from rural New York. His mother gave him two years. Almost fifty years later he's still enjoying the winter sunshine.
We say we have four seasons here: Summer, Fall, Winter, and Wind. And the windy season is the most severe. But we almost always have sunshine.
Sometimes all you need is "A sunbeam in a winter's day" (John Dyer c. 1700-1758). But the light is just pouring in this morning at a blinding angle as the sun tries to right itself in the sky once again.
The energizing light almost makes you forget the morning cold as you take in the brilliance of everything it touches in the early show.
It becomes a forgotten moment as I move through the business of the day. But the energy lingers, and lends more life to the day than if I hadn't stood briefly to take it in.
At the end of his days Crow Foot compared light to life in his Last Words (1890).
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of the buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
Wishing you many light-filled hours!
Ciao! for now!
Linked to House in the Roses for Cottage Monday
A Stroll Thru Life for Table Top Tuesday