I sit in my car
There is nothing like the warmth of the sun
On this chilled spring day.
Only a few hours past the frost of dark
I sit in this sanctuary
And luxuriate
The seat has soaked in
The infrared rays
Issued from the solar furnace
Some 93 million miles distant
It’s warmth now radiant
Soaking into my bones
Relieving my burdens.
Energy
Conceived on day one
Chasing shadows
Filling voids
Generating peace
In my reptilian brain.
Why be cold?
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