Here I sit in a spot of sun,

Oh boy, what fun… (more bad poetry by me, circa high school)

I spend much of the winter feeling cold.  I love my house, but it is a bit drafty and is facing the wrong direction to get much sun.  There is only one window in the whole house that gets a decent amount of sun.  I will do everything I can to spend the hour of the day that the sun streams through the window sitting in that bright spot of warmth.  I position my rocking chair to face the window.  I face the brightness and close my eyes.  The light and warmth suffuse my skin.  When I first close my eyes it is dark, but the longer I keep them closed I begin to see an red-orange glow.  I sit and bask in this red-orange happy warmth, chasing it across the floor until either the clouds take it or the sun moves out of its optimum spot.  I am not a sun worshiper.  During the warm weather there are a multitude of things I would rather do than lie around.  I do not require a tropical holiday to help me make it through the winter (although I would not say no to a trip to Hawaii or the Mediterranean, where I wouldn’t be lying around).  Sitting in a spot of sun is enough.  Now if someone beats me to my sunny spot…