heat, bright, life sustaining, brilliant, warming, necessary. I love the sunlight on my face and the way it makes a glow around people and on faces
E
The sunlight beat down upon the roof of the igloo, penetrating the ice, which began to slowly melt. I tried to block the warmth of the sun’s rays to allow the ice structure a chance to survive and remain erect for one more day.
The sunlight was coming through the window as it was the beginning of the dawn. The warmth hugged me like a fuzzy robe and kept the cold at bay.
rox
Hidden temporarily by the darkening clouds, the glory suddenly breaks through, causing all darkness to flee and hide. Everything is bright again.
Kathy Luana Bailey
God’s glory shining upon me, warming my heart and clearing my mind, causing me to feel alive.
Kathy Luana Bailey
Shining beautiful brightness warming my tanned shoulders, grinning from the Georgia sky hovering above me.
Kathy Luana Bailey
Sunlight brings you to life each day, its warm its bright. It brings to light all the things you were hiding from. Brings to attention the things you need to work on. It shines on your proudest moments and accomplishments. It gives a spotlight, and draws attention.
TLou
I’m missing so muche the sunlight theese days, because it’s rainning a lot this month. the sunlight brings me so much energy.
Marcelo Brandão da Silva
Sunlight poured through the glass, playing strongly on the baby’s face. The child’s small features were screwed tight against the light, and with a few gentle words, Kristan bent to pick her up.
beautiful, energizing, life giving, preserving, shining, daylight, warmth
Robin Hodges
uuiiu
Todd
Sunlight is not an e mail, or is it a sorted collection of orders, it is only when the day breaks, it is opened as a circular in a box world of letters and talking.
Robert Kohlhammer
everyday i wake up and see the beautiful sunlight shinning though my window.
miyah
sunlight blinds me
darkness
in which i see
exhaustion become a trite
rejoinder
sighs without a sight
how much more can i give?
if for nothing else,
apparently my essence
the heart, or what’s left
a smile, a sigh, a signal
better between betwixt
a laughter frowned upon a crown
a forget remembered, romancing
the hated astound
uninformed and ignorant
indifference insatiable
blinded by the frown crowned
upsidedown
Matt m.
As I left the house, I felt the sunlight greet my skin.
The light burning sensation made me realize, how long I have stayed cooped up in the house.
I asked myself, “Have I wasted a portion of my life staying in one place?”
As I look at the world around me, I realized that I should stop dwelling on the past.
There is a world to explore after all.
With sunlight peeking in through the blinds, I covered my head with a pillow wishing it away. The dream was an odd one. It involved a rescued dachshund puppy and something Harry Potter related. Very much wanting to continue this adventure, I closed my eyes and tried to will myself back to sleep and into the magical world my brain had created. Alas, my senses were alerted once more by the unmistakable sounds of football and hollering coming from the main house. Nap-time over.
Bethany
It was warm as I laid in the field with my eyes closed. I had too many layers on, but I didn’t care. Laying in a hot field helped me calm down. Especially after what just happened. But I guess I should go clean up. Grass sticks to blood too much.
Noel
Bright, glorious light shining through my bedroom window, glaring into my face, causing my eyes to smart.
Kathy Luana Bailey
blinded by the blinds, well
not the blinds but the blinding
light, the sunlight, the
stuff slipping through
The sunlight in Australia is hot enough to fry people, let alone eggs. It shines down relentlessly winter and summer. The landscape and fauna as a result have little foliage and try to let as little of the light hit them, so a battle between the ground and the trees continues.
sunlight keeps things alive, without it, in the darkness, other things thrive, but the light brings all things into balance. if the balance is broken, all will be lost.
inu nova
The sunlight peeked through the bottom of the blind. Sasha figured she had three more hits of the snooze button before she absolutely had to get up. Through the blind she could see the blinding whiteness of snow as well as some moving flecks of more heading toward the ground. It looked so beautiful from here.
Shannon Coon
bright happy and warm sun light makes me feel good and cheers me up . helps plants grow.
margaret
Streams, screams, rotates and twists. Bathes, saturates, drowns and persists. Warms, heats, fires and soothes, burns, chills, grows and removes. Sunlight life and death
Beauty and happiness come to mind. I love sunny days. I especially love when the days get longer as we move out of December and into Jan, Feb, and March. spring is coming. Sunlight is warming and comforting. Sunlight brings creatures out of their holes and into a place together. Sunlight has energy that we need to make it.
jcobb
There are so many memories that come to my mind when I read this word.
The first one was when I learned skiing. Sunny and almost a little too warm, sunlight glittering in the snow. I was careless back then. A child who didn’t know any better.
The very uneventful day I learned windsurfing is also part of those memories. There was absolutely no wind, I was floating in stagnant water, waiting for a hint of a breeze that never came. It was still a very beautiful day in late august.
Or the time we went swimming. 5 Teenagers and a breathtaking view of the city skyline you could overlook from the pool. And what did we do? We didn’t even look twice at the glittering buildings of our city as we fooled around and threw water balloons at each other.
Of course there are not so pleasant memories too.
The moment where I told my parents I would quit my studies because I did not want to work in this kind of field is one of them. It was in the middle of July on their balcony and I still see the disappointed glimmer in my mother’s eyes. It will probably never wear off.
I remember sitting on the swing on the last day of elementary school. It was the first time I had to say goodbye to my classmates. I would never see most of them again. We all went to different places afterwards and we never had a class reunion.
The day I heard of your death was a warm, illusive day in March. After a cold winter, the temperature was finally rising. We didn’t even need to wear a coat. The weather was just like that two weeks later, when we all came to your funeral. No coats, no bright colors. Just grey and black everywhere.
I remember holding back the tears and breaking down almost right after closing my house door back home.
I recall them all. The good, the bad and the worst days of my life.
To survive the bad days, I keep the good memories in mind. To always cherish the good days, I will never forget the bad ones.
There are so many memories that come to my mind when I read this word.
The first one was when I learned skiing. Sunny and almost a Little too warm days, where the sunlight glittered in the snow. I recall the careless Feeling of my childhood days.
The day I learned windsurfing. There was absolutely no wind and we were floating in stagnant water, waiting for a small breeze that never came.
A time I can’t quite place, but I was lying by the lake, watching the last sun rays dissapear behind the mountains.
There are darker, not so pleasant memories too.
The moment where I told my parents I would quit my studies because I did not want to work in this field. It was in the middle of August on their balcony and I still see the dissapointed glimmer in my mothers eyes. It will probably never wear off.
I remember sitting on the swing on the last day of elementary school. It was the first time I had to say goodbye to my classmates. I would never see most of them again. We all went to different places. And we never had a class reuinion, years afterwards.
The day I heard of your death was a warm, illusive day in march. After a cold winter, the temperature was finally rising. We didn’t even Need to wear a coat. The weather was just like that two weeks later, when we all came to your funeral. No coats, but no spring colors. Just grey and black everywhere.
I remember holding back the tears. The moment I closed my house door, I broke down on the floor, crying.
Yes, I recall them all. The good, the bad and the worst days of my life.
I keep the good ones to survive the bad days, and I Keep the bad ones to cherish the good days.
Interesting thing about sunlight… I am often oversensitive to it. It’s too bright, gives me hives (not just sunburn but hives!) I prefer indirect lighting most of the time. People who get excited by sunny days and I rarely hit it off! I prefer overcast days. I just feel better those days.
You’ve heard about SAAD? People who have problems from a deprivation of sunlight? I have the opposite. I have a lot of problems if I get too much sunlight.
However, there was one period of my life when I craved sunlight. It was very strange for me because I’d never been like that before. I became like “those other people!” The sunlight did not affect me negatively, and the moment I woke up, while I was still in bed, i CRAVED that light and would open my window shade and stare out the window. – There was nothing to see but fire escape bars. I wasn’t looking at the view. I just needed that light. First thing in the morning. The moment I woke up. I had to have sunlight right away. It was very odd for me. I thought “Really? I’M doing this?? ME???” – I was!
That passed eventually. Now I’m back to preferring indirect or overcast light. – Winter time light? Great for me. Everything black and white and grayscale. Don’t get me wrong, I like colors! But winter light is often more soothing to me. Fall light especially. Less stark and glare too.
Not surprisingly, I found out a while ago that I’m vitamin D deficient. Oh well.
Noisy Quiet
She’s gotten too used to sunlight, observing how natural gold leaves stains across very gray pavement that once used to be black as ink. Now when the rain falls, she stands beside her window, eyes wide, pupils dilated as her hands wander to the already smudged glass. Maybe it’s because she’s so young, and we’ve been in a drought for so long – but the experience of water falling from the sky is foreign to her. She may even believe it to be a miracle.
heat, bright, life sustaining, brilliant, warming, necessary. I love the sunlight on my face and the way it makes a glow around people and on faces
The sunlight beat down upon the roof of the igloo, penetrating the ice, which began to slowly melt. I tried to block the warmth of the sun’s rays to allow the ice structure a chance to survive and remain erect for one more day.
The sunlight was coming through the window as it was the beginning of the dawn. The warmth hugged me like a fuzzy robe and kept the cold at bay.
Hidden temporarily by the darkening clouds, the glory suddenly breaks through, causing all darkness to flee and hide. Everything is bright again.
God’s glory shining upon me, warming my heart and clearing my mind, causing me to feel alive.
Shining beautiful brightness warming my tanned shoulders, grinning from the Georgia sky hovering above me.
Sunlight brings you to life each day, its warm its bright. It brings to light all the things you were hiding from. Brings to attention the things you need to work on. It shines on your proudest moments and accomplishments. It gives a spotlight, and draws attention.
I’m missing so muche the sunlight theese days, because it’s rainning a lot this month. the sunlight brings me so much energy.
Sunlight poured through the glass, playing strongly on the baby’s face. The child’s small features were screwed tight against the light, and with a few gentle words, Kristan bent to pick her up.
beautiful, energizing, life giving, preserving, shining, daylight, warmth
uuiiu
Sunlight is not an e mail, or is it a sorted collection of orders, it is only when the day breaks, it is opened as a circular in a box world of letters and talking.
everyday i wake up and see the beautiful sunlight shinning though my window.
sunlight blinds me
darkness
in which i see
exhaustion become a trite
rejoinder
sighs without a sight
how much more can i give?
if for nothing else,
apparently my essence
the heart, or what’s left
a smile, a sigh, a signal
better between betwixt
a laughter frowned upon a crown
a forget remembered, romancing
the hated astound
uninformed and ignorant
indifference insatiable
blinded by the frown crowned
upsidedown
As I left the house, I felt the sunlight greet my skin.
The light burning sensation made me realize, how long I have stayed cooped up in the house.
I asked myself, “Have I wasted a portion of my life staying in one place?”
As I look at the world around me, I realized that I should stop dwelling on the past.
There is a world to explore after all.
With sunlight peeking in through the blinds, I covered my head with a pillow wishing it away. The dream was an odd one. It involved a rescued dachshund puppy and something Harry Potter related. Very much wanting to continue this adventure, I closed my eyes and tried to will myself back to sleep and into the magical world my brain had created. Alas, my senses were alerted once more by the unmistakable sounds of football and hollering coming from the main house. Nap-time over.
It was warm as I laid in the field with my eyes closed. I had too many layers on, but I didn’t care. Laying in a hot field helped me calm down. Especially after what just happened. But I guess I should go clean up. Grass sticks to blood too much.
Bright, glorious light shining through my bedroom window, glaring into my face, causing my eyes to smart.
blinded by the blinds, well
not the blinds but the blinding
light, the sunlight, the
stuff slipping through
spilt milk
The sunlight in Australia is hot enough to fry people, let alone eggs. It shines down relentlessly winter and summer. The landscape and fauna as a result have little foliage and try to let as little of the light hit them, so a battle between the ground and the trees continues.
sunlight keeps things alive, without it, in the darkness, other things thrive, but the light brings all things into balance. if the balance is broken, all will be lost.
The sunlight peeked through the bottom of the blind. Sasha figured she had three more hits of the snooze button before she absolutely had to get up. Through the blind she could see the blinding whiteness of snow as well as some moving flecks of more heading toward the ground. It looked so beautiful from here.
bright happy and warm sun light makes me feel good and cheers me up . helps plants grow.
Streams, screams, rotates and twists. Bathes, saturates, drowns and persists. Warms, heats, fires and soothes, burns, chills, grows and removes. Sunlight life and death
Beauty and happiness come to mind. I love sunny days. I especially love when the days get longer as we move out of December and into Jan, Feb, and March. spring is coming. Sunlight is warming and comforting. Sunlight brings creatures out of their holes and into a place together. Sunlight has energy that we need to make it.
There are so many memories that come to my mind when I read this word.
The first one was when I learned skiing. Sunny and almost a little too warm, sunlight glittering in the snow. I was careless back then. A child who didn’t know any better.
The very uneventful day I learned windsurfing is also part of those memories. There was absolutely no wind, I was floating in stagnant water, waiting for a hint of a breeze that never came. It was still a very beautiful day in late august.
Or the time we went swimming. 5 Teenagers and a breathtaking view of the city skyline you could overlook from the pool. And what did we do? We didn’t even look twice at the glittering buildings of our city as we fooled around and threw water balloons at each other.
Of course there are not so pleasant memories too.
The moment where I told my parents I would quit my studies because I did not want to work in this kind of field is one of them. It was in the middle of July on their balcony and I still see the disappointed glimmer in my mother’s eyes. It will probably never wear off.
I remember sitting on the swing on the last day of elementary school. It was the first time I had to say goodbye to my classmates. I would never see most of them again. We all went to different places afterwards and we never had a class reunion.
The day I heard of your death was a warm, illusive day in March. After a cold winter, the temperature was finally rising. We didn’t even need to wear a coat. The weather was just like that two weeks later, when we all came to your funeral. No coats, no bright colors. Just grey and black everywhere.
I remember holding back the tears and breaking down almost right after closing my house door back home.
I recall them all. The good, the bad and the worst days of my life.
To survive the bad days, I keep the good memories in mind. To always cherish the good days, I will never forget the bad ones.
There are so many memories that come to my mind when I read this word.
The first one was when I learned skiing. Sunny and almost a Little too warm days, where the sunlight glittered in the snow. I recall the careless Feeling of my childhood days.
The day I learned windsurfing. There was absolutely no wind and we were floating in stagnant water, waiting for a small breeze that never came.
A time I can’t quite place, but I was lying by the lake, watching the last sun rays dissapear behind the mountains.
There are darker, not so pleasant memories too.
The moment where I told my parents I would quit my studies because I did not want to work in this field. It was in the middle of August on their balcony and I still see the dissapointed glimmer in my mothers eyes. It will probably never wear off.
I remember sitting on the swing on the last day of elementary school. It was the first time I had to say goodbye to my classmates. I would never see most of them again. We all went to different places. And we never had a class reuinion, years afterwards.
The day I heard of your death was a warm, illusive day in march. After a cold winter, the temperature was finally rising. We didn’t even Need to wear a coat. The weather was just like that two weeks later, when we all came to your funeral. No coats, but no spring colors. Just grey and black everywhere.
I remember holding back the tears. The moment I closed my house door, I broke down on the floor, crying.
Yes, I recall them all. The good, the bad and the worst days of my life.
I keep the good ones to survive the bad days, and I Keep the bad ones to cherish the good days.
sunlight
Interesting thing about sunlight… I am often oversensitive to it. It’s too bright, gives me hives (not just sunburn but hives!) I prefer indirect lighting most of the time. People who get excited by sunny days and I rarely hit it off! I prefer overcast days. I just feel better those days.
You’ve heard about SAAD? People who have problems from a deprivation of sunlight? I have the opposite. I have a lot of problems if I get too much sunlight.
However, there was one period of my life when I craved sunlight. It was very strange for me because I’d never been like that before. I became like “those other people!” The sunlight did not affect me negatively, and the moment I woke up, while I was still in bed, i CRAVED that light and would open my window shade and stare out the window. – There was nothing to see but fire escape bars. I wasn’t looking at the view. I just needed that light. First thing in the morning. The moment I woke up. I had to have sunlight right away. It was very odd for me. I thought “Really? I’M doing this?? ME???” – I was!
That passed eventually. Now I’m back to preferring indirect or overcast light. – Winter time light? Great for me. Everything black and white and grayscale. Don’t get me wrong, I like colors! But winter light is often more soothing to me. Fall light especially. Less stark and glare too.
Not surprisingly, I found out a while ago that I’m vitamin D deficient. Oh well.
She’s gotten too used to sunlight, observing how natural gold leaves stains across very gray pavement that once used to be black as ink. Now when the rain falls, she stands beside her window, eyes wide, pupils dilated as her hands wander to the already smudged glass. Maybe it’s because she’s so young, and we’ve been in a drought for so long – but the experience of water falling from the sky is foreign to her. She may even believe it to be a miracle.