The Weight of the Sun

I spent this morning sitting on my back porch, waiting for the sun to finally clear the neighbor’s fence. It was one of those biting, sharp-edged mornings where the air feels like it’s trying to wake you up against your will. I had a heavy wool blanket pulled tight around my shoulders, just leaning into the brick wall of the house, waiting for that first real hit of heat. It is funny how we spend so much of our lives chasing comfort. We look for it in blankets, in walls, in the company of others. There is something so primal about that need to be held by the warmth, to let the cold retreat just for a few minutes. It makes you feel small, but in a way that is actually quite grounding. You stop worrying about the emails or the errands. You just exist, soaking up the light like a stone that has been cold all night. Does the sun feel different to you when you have been waiting for it?

Abdellah Azizi has captured this exact feeling of stillness in the image titled Seeking the Warmth. It is a beautiful reminder of how we all gravitate toward the light when the world gets a little too cold. Does this image bring a specific memory of warmth to your mind?