Worship the Sun

I wake every morn to worship the sun rising as an act of beauty that is vital of our survival.

Where are the places you find the sun?

They can be mapped in our moods, cobble stone, a composition, an act of growth, the scent of citrus, a new view, a mutual understanding, a cable car window...they can appear anywhere you feel a lift like a tickle in your chest.

One day your soul will become a glass house filled with a garden you can reminisce in your lungs.