After Hozier (Sunlight, Sunlight, Sunlight)

[lioness_hart]

It's fashionable to hate being outside in the summer. Because the sun is hot, because the sun is a deadly lazer, yes, yes. We know.

And yes, it is becoming a health hazard to be out in the heat of the day in the middle of summer. Because the sun can kill you, because skin cancer, yes, yes, climate change, yes, we know, we know.

Secretly I've always hated when people talked ill of sunlight. Secretly I've been dismissive of people who say they hate the sun. I'd never disagree with anyone to their face because I know people who do actually live in places where it's hazardous to one's health to be outside in summer for any great length of time.

But I will never be one of those people who hates being outside in the summer. I will never not love the sunlight. I grew up--and currently live-- in one of the places where it hasn't been, but is rapidly becoming, dangerous if not lethal to be out in the heat of the day in summer.

But you will find me out anyway, with my face turned up to the punishing light, the nourishing light, the scorching, loving, terrible, eviscerating, killing, life-giving heat. I don't know why. I've always been this way, and if the world finds it in its ways to be kind to me, I will die in sunlight.

Hozier said it well.

All the tales the same
Told before and told again
A soul that's born in cold and rain
Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
And at last can grant a name
To a buried and a burning flame
As love and its decisive pain
Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Each day, you'd rise with me
Know that I would gladly be
The Icarus to your certainty
Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
Strap the wing to me
Death trap clad happily
With wax melted, I'd meet the sea
Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

Do you ever love the sunlight so much? So much that your insides ache to feel it? I hope my guts see sunlight one day. I think they've earned it.

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[brainvom]

Sunlight is something my body craves in the same way one would crave human contact and loving touch. Unfortunately, it is also something my skin detests, and any prolonged period in its embrace leaves me blistered and sick. There is something ironic and sinister about how badly I crave the warmth while my body rejects the heat.