Looking for the sun 





It was the mid of the winter. The water in
the bird bath was frozen solid. The house
down to 68 degrees to save money.
Everything was dead, solid, stiff. Longing 
for the sun occupied most of my days. 
A flash thought came to my mind.
The sun was shinning bright, the sky
was clear, the air humid. And it was hot,
so hot that the skin was sizzling under the
tanning lotion. A plane I took, looking for
the sun. The salty air. The humid stagnant
air. The blistering sun. I found it.
I spent a week of meditating;
under the protection of my room walls
with the air conditionner set to 65 degrees.
Ah!!!! this is life.