Memories of Sunny Nights

8 pm in a romantically pleasant East Tennessee evening, the Sun steadily seeking shelter beyond the gorgeous green of Spring, perhaps bidding farewell to the bright day. Couched in my patio chair, I wait and soak in the warmth of the last rays of today’s Sun; I fall in love with the pastel sky each day. Each day this time the red-breasted cardinal sings for me, the spring breeze sways and the blue sky blushes with twilight hues. Until today, dusk never saddened me because I knew morning was soon to follow – the Sun would rise again as the blue night departed. But today, and may be I will every day to come in my life, I miss the Sun – my Midnight Sun.

The Midnight Sun is delicate yet powerful, poignant and elusive, boastful but humble. With the power to incessantly brighten my world, its gentle rays embraced me to life as if to say there is much to  be done, much to brighten up and never to call it a day! I miss the sunny days and nights of the Arctic. Two days have gone by since, but the experience seems to have been one majestic dream. I bid you goodnight my Tennessee Sun, but I know my Midnight Sun would never say farewell!