I’ve never been someone who has felt I have to get out of the house. In fact, ever since I learned to read, I could sit for hours with a book, un-tempted by the sunshine and fresh air outside.
But after a pitiful excuse for summer last year and then one of the longest, coldest, windiest, wettest, and dreariest winters I have ever known, I am now greeting the sun with awe. I understand – and I do not exaggerate – how primitive people thought of the sun as a god. I admit that I am now looking at the weather forecast with almost religious fervor.
And although I’m not suggesting that we return to offering our vestal virgins in sacrifice, I have foregone my postings on this blog this last week because the sun-god has returned. I can’t ever remember feeling quite this exhilarated because I can walk out the door into sunshine and engage in what in other times I might have called “work.”
How long this will go on for, I don’t know.
But right now, if I have a choice between being on the internet or under the sun, the sun is winning.