What is it about the morning sun that feels so delightful? People often buy houses that provide them with a view. Many want to be able to look out at mountain tops from their windows. Others want an ocean view or a lake or a beautiful sunset to gaze upon.
I have lived in too many places where I had too few windows. I have seldom lived in houses from which I could enjoy the morning sun streaming in. Now that I am well into my sixth decade, I am no longer willing to be deprived of that which my soul craves – to be warmed by the morning sun. Sometimes, I think I can see joy emanating from my houseplants. Most plants prefer the morning sun, as well. The midday sun is too intense for most and the late afternoon sun can burn. The birds and chickens rise at daybreak because they do not want to miss a single moment of those first sacred hours of daylight.
I too, like to savor the morning sun whenever I can. I often envy my cat as I watch him curled up, asleep in its primordial warmth. The morning sun warms the body. It immerses the soul in blissful peace. It gives us a reason to begin each new day.
