Yesterday, we had a massive silver maple taken out at the house. The tree was six feet wide at the base, had three main trunks, was probably 80-100ft tall (hard to tell) and, unfortunately, was rotting. The limbs that hung over the house and power lines were the worrying bits, so it had to come out. I always feel so badly when trees have to be taken down, espcially since most of the wood is just chipped up and used for mulch. (Our neighbours took the lion’s share of the mulch. The rest of the wood we’re going to see about getting milled for lumber.)
Anyways, that was terribly sad, very noisy, and prompted a trip to the bookstore. But that’s not what I want to talk about!
I want to talk about the sun.
Streaming into my window.
Early in the morning.
And then for hours afterwards.
Where I am has always gotten morning sun. It’s usually what prompts my brain into dragging me out of bed at unseemly hours of the morning. But then, after getting ready and eating breakfast, the sun has usually dissipated to a nice, morning glow. Things stay relatively bright because of the way my walls are painted and the reflective surfaces that I have (oddly enough, a light coloured blanket reflects the most light). It was a perfect atmosphere, the room never got too hot, etc.
Now, I feel like one of those bugs caught under a magnifying glass. My goodness, the light is so much more intense! And it lasts for hours. The temperature difference alone was astonishing. I really do feel like Gollum coming out of the cave. The sun burns! I’ve had to remove the light-reflecting objects so I don’t blind myself and the blinds have to stay mostly closed for a good portion of the day.
It’s really strange how much I miss the lack of sun right now. Okay, I’m not huge on sun to begin with because it causes me problems, but still!
Anyways, on with writing. I may have to write darker to counterbalance the brightness. Sheesh.