The sun came out. Zephyr and I wandered through the park, taking in the day. I could breath. It was heavenly.
Space, of course, is alive
that’s why it moves about
and that’s what makes it eternally spacious and
And somewhere it has a wild heart
that sends pulses even through me;
and I call it the sun;
and I feel artistocratic, noble, when I feel
a pulse go through me.
From the wild heart of space, that I call the sun of suns.
–D. H Lawrence