Sun (December)

Photograph of cabinet of Mirka Mora graphics at Heide Gallery taken by Carol O'Connor

We cannot hear the sun. It might make us smile to think we cannot hear the sun, but then we can smile because we have an atmosphere. There would be nothing to talk about without an atmosphere. Our clutter of inventions, like kitchen dressers, spiral-bound drawing books, and everything else, would be relic. Our faces turn to the sun, we see every living being play for keeps between too much or too little sun. We taste and see everything the sun makes possible. Come December, a touch of the sun drives us indoors, reading Mirka books by the shuttered window.