Sunshine

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I love the sun. It’s beautiful, colorful, and bright. But I also hate the sun, and hide from it. It is both lovely and frightening; joyous and angry.

The sun looks blue when you look right at it. If you put a solid thing between yourself and the sun, there’s a glowing corona. Even though it is too bright to really see the variation in sunbeams, there is a movement to sunlight that is hard to express.

A few days ago, I got a sunburn. Being a redhead, this is not an uncommon occurrence, but nonetheless, it always catches me by surprise. I wasn’t out any longer than usual, and I didn’t go to soak up rays. The problem was that instead of taking Sydney at 4:00 PM, we went out at 1:30 PM.

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