WHILE under home quarantine the past week, my wife has been urging me to get up and bask in the morning sun. While I know of its benefits (Vitamin D, increase in serotonin levels, etc.) I did so grudgingly because I still wanted to sleep.
Lately however, I found myself enjoying it.
Today, shortly after our morning bask, I wondered aloud to her, "What will I write about for tomorrow's column?"
"Write about the sunlight," she said.
So here I am, on her birthday, writing about sunlight, but perhaps not quite as she meant it.
Those who know her are aware that she loves to sing, and she sings well. One of her signature songs is Kevyn Lettau's "Sunlight" which she can perform at the drop of a hat.
The lyrics say that I am her sunlight, but to those who really know us, she is more often the sun while I am the moon. She has a strong, take-charge personality while I am more laid back and relaxed. She likes to work during the day, while I, much to her consternation, like staying up late at night.
For a person like me who likes the cold, it's not comfortable staying out in the sun, and it's not comfortable either when we have heated arguments and her words are hot and glaring because they are the hard truth. But of course, there are also moments, more of them, where the words are warm and gentle, like a welcome ray of sunshine on a cold morning.
It is a common misconception that the sun gives Vitamin D as if the sun's rays magically contain the vitamin and infuse it into our bodies. What happens, rather, is that it is our skin that produces Vitamin D when exposed to a certain ultraviolet light from the sun.
And so when I reflect on our relationship, this is what has happened to me. Her light has made me develop my own strength. She has not overpowered me with her voice but made me find my own.
Maybe the analogy is wrong. I am not so much the moon as I am a solar panel, absorbing her energy, but also very much capable of producing something else out of it instead of just reflecting the light. But saying you are the sun and I am a solar panel is not quite so romantic. Anyway, happy birthday, my sunlight.
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