'Here Comes the Sun' (It's alright.)

The solar cult is the oldest organized religion in human history. Ra in Egypt. Helios in Greece. Sól in Norse mythology. Amaterasu in Japan, who hid in a cave and plunged the world into darkness, and was lured back out by the sound of laughter — by the gods who refused to let the world stay dark. Inti in the Inca empire. Surya in the Vedic tradition. Every continent, every epoch, every culture that left any record developed reverence for the sun — not as symbol but as literal source.

Every electron in every atom of your body was excited to its current state by solar energy, traveling 93 million miles in eight minutes to reach you. The photosynthesis that built every plant that became every food that became every cell of your body was powered by that same light. The warmth you feel on your face is the same warmth the Egyptians built temples aligned to receive at the precise moment of solstice dawn. The body recognizes this not as information but as homecoming.

When the sun returns after any winter — the seasonal one, the personal one, the kind that lasts years and convinces you it will last forever — something in the body knows before the mind does. The bulbs know. The bees know. The flowers have been waiting underground, patient, completely certain.

This is for the woman who has survived a winter — of any kind — and is feeling the first warmth return.