Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.
~ Ann Brashares
I absolutely adore the light at this time of year.
Here in North Carolina, November is a fairly dry month and so we get lots of light in our shortened days. I love seeing the sun come up far to the south, near the trees that mark where we buried my grandmother’s cat many years ago.
I don’t even mind (that much!) that the sun now remains so low to the horizon that it is constantly in my eyes. I was noticing last week as I was running errands, that even at “high noon,” the sun was was shining directly in the side window of my car, as if it were late afternoon.
Now that the almost all the leaves have fallen, sunlight floods our house most of the day, just when we need it most. Isn’t it wonderful how that works?
This is when all the feng shui crystals in our windows paint dancing rainbows all day, and when I can force bowls full of paperwhite narcissus in our south-facing windows.
Living in a region where the heat of the sun is most unforgiving and even dangerous at other times of the year, today, I give great thanks for this season’s gentle respite that now only warms, inspires, and does no harm.
With deep gratitude today, I am blessed and filled with November’s sunlight.