Sunshine.

You know how the sun feels in winters? The warm touch of sunshine, how it moves and dwindles on the body, like fingers following contours and tracing borders and corners of your skin. Its soft presence is like feeling someone's eyes you when you talk and laugh. Feeling their eyes on your laughter, on your lips, eyes and face. Even how your hands move, how animated they get and how you move your shoulders. Sunshine is like that lover, who is coy and shy. Who doesn't want to announce it's presence, but softly whisper it in your ear. Softly arrive near you, like sunshine travels on your body from toes to forehead. Leaving these warm traces, filling the pores of skin with a soft goodness. How you keep stepping under it, need it so you can spend the night. Take your hand to it often, just to assure that it's there,  on you and near you.

You know how sun feels in summers? The sharp scorching presence, not good at all. Its discomfort and hurt. How fast it creeps up and how late it leaves. Though just as its about to set, there is a sense of missing it. Missing that sharpness and strength to clinch. Sunshine in summers illuminates. It sends you inside, makes you get locked in cool places and stay with just yourself. Think before stepping out, and prepare for a struggle. But there is a pleasure in that ruthlessness, it armors you. Makes you walk a little faster and move little closer. It makes you smile in that sudden shade of a tree, and praise yourself for the smallest endeavors. Its intensity makes you powerless, and move to its will. And you appreciate. Because sunshine is benevolent, its enlightening and unlike night, doesn't make you feel lonely.


You, my love are like sunshine.