These past two weeks have had days with incredibly beautiful and vivid sunshine. Hot to warm with cool breezes blowing in from the pacific coast. I totally marvel at the clarity this degree of sunshine imparts to the eye. The incredible focus of the sun on everything is absolutely succinct. Up to now in my life, I’ve only seen this type of clarity in a photograph.
Do you think it’s because there’s no pollution? Because the definition of the brilliant blue of the sky against the myriad greens on the ground are so intensely defined? Because I’m closer to the equator and the sun is simply more brilliant here?
I don’t know why, but I do know that I’ve never experienced this type of scenic beauty before, except in John Hann’s photography.
Whatever the reason, what an incredible gift to be able to sit on the porch with a bright orange sunhat over my face bathing my body in the warmth of the sun. And, I know you’ve heard this before, but the sunlight in the tropics is different… it goes deeper than your skin… quickly. Yesterday I felt the same type of feeling in my bones as when I’ve walked from an outside snowy landscape into a room with a woodstove burning. The heat sinks into your bones, all the way to your heart and just fills you up with warmth you can’t put your hands on. It’s not an enervating heat, it’s a contentment-inducing warmth.