Mr. Sun Is Insane
I have had that silly song from Barney in my head all morning. I guess because the sun is shining strong this morning--"bright and morning sun--please shine down on me." :) A poem by Mary Oliver, a favorite, comes to mind: The Sun Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone-- and how it slides again out of the blackness, every morning, on the other side of the world, like a red flower streaming upward on its heavenly oils[. . .] do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed-- or have you too turned from this world-- or have you too gone crazy for power, for things? Lovely, isn't it? Oliver captures so well my feelings about the sun's