Laying in the sun is one of life’s simple pleasures. Especially when the chances of the sun coming out are about as predictable as the lottery.
There is a phenomenon I oddly enjoy after laying in the sun. When I slowly lift my torso up off the slightly damp earth & open my eyes to find the world sun-bleached. Colors diluted, flirting with black & white. Vigorous blinking ensues to correct the obvious malfunction, all the while enjoying the cool colors, the distorted world.