For the most part, I'm a cloudy day kind of girl. Maybe that's a New England thing, maybe it's a bookworm thing. Maybe it's an introvert, under-the-radar type thing. Meh. Maybe it's just a thing of my particular tribe. Doesn't matter.
What matters is that the light is everything--its absence and its presence. Both heal. Both cleanse. Both draw us up to ourselves, either internally or externally. Both are important. Both are balance.
Without balance, we teeter quite purposefully on the edge of madness. Embrace both. Thank the sun for being so warm, so life-affirming, so open. Thank the dark and the dim for being so understanding, so patient, so gently (or not-so-gently) uncovering and exposing.
And then walk on into what you've been given this day, this time.