I wear black all winter long. I hate the cold, the dark, the wet, the heavy, confining clothing. I hate winter.
And then spring arrives and I come alive; I can feel the sun throughout every cell of my body, the light lives in my skin and I glow. I strip off layers, wear tones of coral and orange and pink, watch my skin brown and my energy lift. It must be my Mediterranean roots that make me crave so much sunlight, but all I know is that I am simply not cut out for the cold.
Today at my lunch break, I laid on a picnic table in direct sunlight and was perfectly still, letting my bare arms and legs and face drink in the sun… bliss.
Happy May Day, friends!
