The sun plays its own games, pouring light
on the lake’s waves which sometimes is blinding
and at other times beautiful. In the early morning
the red ball lifts slowly onto the horizon and
the game is on. There are times when the clouds
seem to come to life and catch some of the color
the sun offers. The clouds in turn offer shapes
which are interpreted in many ways by people
watching them from the same vantage point.
This is the wonder of it all. Whipped cream or
an elephant? It is all in the beholders eye and
no two see things the same way. Old Sol must
laugh a lot at our foolishness, but then we really
don’t know. We have expectations. At funerals
we would like gray overcast clouding to help our
feeling of sorrow. In the mornings and evenings,
at rise and setting, we would like the sun to color
the clouds and give us picturesque views of the sky.
Sometime we get our way and other times know
the sun is playing games with us. We have no choice
except to go along with this. Our gardens relish
the sun and need it if they are to be productive.
At times we complain about the heat but without it
we would be in serious trouble. The wind blows
the clouds in all directions, usually when they are
white and fluffy. The low hanging clouds may contain
mist, but our friend, the sun, evaporates it quickly
and we move on. All energy comes from the sun,
which is a single star. Our seasons come from the
way the earth tilts at various times of the year.
it is constant and we could not imitate it if we tried.
Stanski
October 28, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 