BY SUZANNE WILLIAMS
When the weatherman announced on yesterday's news that it was the first day of autumn, I, along with probably many other Floridians, said, "What autumn?" Here in Central Florida, our autumn comes during the winter months of December and January, so autumn is a long way off at this point. That's not to say we don't have cooler weather in October and November, but cool air lasts a day or so and then the sun is back and the heat.
I love the sun. The sun creates things; it stirs things. It warms the life of dragonflies and the blood of lizards. It opens the petals of flowers. It puts my dog to sleep in a puddle of light. The sun brings growth and movement and activity in the garden. It brings brilliant colors to the morning and evening sky, lighting up the clouds in fantastic splendor. It also creates shade and shadows, cool spots to rest.
The change of seasons is based on the path of the sun, its height in the sky and its movement across the earth. Long summer afternoons contrast themselves with longer winter nights. I rise in the mornings now and have to wait almost and hour for the sun to make its initial appearance. Cold fog creeps across the ground, swallowing up all things in its path.
But the sun always rises and clears away the sleep of night. The sky, flush with its sparkle, is the first to embrace it, and then the ground, and the leaves. The night creatures begin to fold in, to again await the darkness, and the day creatures stir and stretch and rise.
I love the sun. I love it for what its coming does each day and for what its leaving does each night. It authors. It emphasizes. It germinates.
Suzanne Williams Photography
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