This is part of the grateful series.

My grandma and I frequently exchange conversation about the sun.

We both love the sun.

Amidst the winter months in Canada, sunlight is sparse.

We watch the weather channel together in anticipation for the days the sun will come out.

As a child, I didn’t quite understand her vantage point. Her longing for the sun seemed odd to me.

Did she like the light?
Did she want to make sure her plants had enough sun?

Recently, though, I began to understand her attraction, because I myself began to long for it.

As sunlight casts over me I feel energy enter me.

The energy replenishes deep – it rejuvenates my bones.

Like a hug, only at an internal level. A sense of warmth spreads throughout my body, and I feel charged.

I feel alive.

I’m grateful for the sun.
I’m grateful for the embrace of the sun.