My greatest sun

I moved my lawn chair this morning to face the rising sun: shy, sneaky and seen slowly through and over our neighbor’s tree.

Nevertheless, it’s my greatest sun (to copy the US Olympic goal keeper’s memoir: My greatest save).

Until tomorrow and the next day.

Every time, every morning, we’re graced with this consistency, the warmth and brightness of it.

Solar universe.

Master of it.

We’re mere recipients, ungrateful ones.

Taking the sun for granted (unlike Ishiguro’s Klara, an AI toy – our equivalent of iPhone 12, who appreciated it for energy and recharge).

Here comes the Sun…it’s alright.

All things must pass. But one thing for certain: it will come out tomorrow, faithfully.

(or we just orbit around it on the dime to see it again in 24 hours).

Thanks.

On behalf of all those who are appreciative or ungrateful – taking you for granted.

Rest of the world relies on you to dry their hair, their clothes and even their fish.

In the desert, your arrival in the morning signals another day of bone-dry heat.

It’s OK. Creatures of the desert – cactus- will adapt. Like me of the tropics, now adapt to the loud tune of mockingbirds.

It wouldn’t be long before you go on, while I fade away. I wish I was composed of sturdier materials. But as it has been and always be, we’re mortal. You are not.

Hence, you will be around. To warm and recharge the likes of Klara.

It will be wild, a world without end, of e-mobile and solar energy. Of wireless and aimlessness.

My descendants of a lost tribe – will join in to thrive, to greet you every morning, like I do. That’s the only thing I am sure of, even after I have been long gone.

Here comes the Sun….it’s alright.