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My friend was there again this morning. Like most mornings. She waits for me behind the shades. I'm not always instantly ready to see Her. Sometimes I put it off and don't look her way. But, I've learned over the last five years since my Divorce that The Sun is my Friend. When I move toward her light, barely hidden behind the blinds -- my daily first-thing morning ritual -- her rays reach out to me and awaken Joy in my Soul.
I do not have a medical degree. But, I know that getting adequate sunshine helps our serotonin stores. And that if we overdose on prescription or supplemental serotonin sources, our hearts can be damaged. So, in my minuscule-medical mind, I hypothesize that the rays emanating from my Friend, The Sun, really do affect my Heart.
I became friends with The Sun during The Winters of my Divorce. The longer I lied in bed, the more The Waters of Grief flooded me, sending in the Birds of Prey to claw at my Broken Heart. But...The Sun, if and when I got up to find her, lifted my spirits without fail. No matter what ailed my Soul, The Sun brought Joy. And still does.
I Love my Friend. The Sun.
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