Winter is dead

Funny how we only really start appreciating something when we realise that it can possibly be lost or even worse, once it's forever lost.

That is how I feel about sunlight at the moment. I love the feeling of the sun on my skin and my favourite kind of morning is when I can walk around in the garden basking in beautiful light. Many epic fables invoke the light of the sun as the essence of well being. Narnia is doomed to an eternal winter under the sway of the White Queen. The Game of Thrones centers around an anticipated hideous deep winter.

I am considering moving away from sunny South Africa to the land of relentless winter, Canada. It's as if I'm trying to grasp as much sun as possible; as if I can store it in some secret place deep within my being. But lo, I cannot...

Flowers store the memory of the sun in their roots and that is what awakens them to bloom. This image of my sunny daffodil is the only way I can store images of sun and light in my heart...

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
'Winter is dead'.”
(A.A.Milne - When we were very young)


Let there be light!