How can something so warm and comforting be so harmful? I remember as a teenager anxiously awaiting the first day after winter, the day the temperature would reach the 70* mark. That was my ok to myself to continue my sun worshiping. Lying there soaking up the warmth, not too hot but just right to take a nap. Only to wake up the next day and barely be able to get out of bed. I never put it together, the beautiful warm shining thing that warmed my sole. Then after the birth of my first son the rashes started. Clueless, me still not putting two and two together. Then the joint pain comes, mine started so subtlety. I'm in Georgia, in the US, some 30 years later and today isn't the first 70* day, it's been an unseasonably warm winter, but today is the first day this memory has come back in a very long time. I'm watching my dog Deborah, sun bathing and as I stand by the back door I'm feeling that wonderfully warm, sole healing sun, on my face and for just one moment it took me back to when I though it was one of the best things ever. But now I know the truth, now I yank my arm away from that sun kiss of warmth, as if I'm a vampire that's about to burn. Now, I panic when the sun come through my car window and I realize I forgot to put on my sunscreen. I can't help but to cringe when my granddaughter wants me to watch her play outside, because even though I did remember the sunscreen today, I still wonder if it might throw me into a flare. Oh that wonderful, beautiful thing, the Sun. So sorry to go on such a rant, I'm feeling a little nostalgic today. I'm in the middle of a flair that has been going on for a few days and feeling a little weepy. Love, to all that are hurting now and to all that aren't. ❤
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