Sun on snow creates an interesting effect. Through the fluffy powder on the surface, you catch glimpses of bright blue ice, a thing to admire when you’re looking at it, something to avoid when you’re in skis.
As the sun hits the snow and the wind picks up, you can see a thin layer of snowflakes dancing in the breeze and you can almost imagine you’re in some remote place. Maybe you’re Shakleton, dragging a lifeboat across the Antarctic, or a zoologist watching polar bears in the Arctic.
This morning, a thin ray of sunlight came in through a crack in the lavender curtains of my bedroom. The cat, my mini radiator opened her eyes at my movements and yawned. I inched my way out from under the covers, slowly, slowly so that I wouldn’t disturb the cat and once free from the duvet, went to the window. The sun burst through a thin layer of mist that covered the landscape, all the way across West Lothian.
I can’t remember the last time I sat still and watched the sun come up. When I was young, the alarm went off first thing in the morning; I could smell eggs from the kitchen where Mom was making breakfast. In those days, I beat the sun.
Have you ever watched the sun coming up in the desert? In my teens, I used to sneak out with my car, having rolled in out of the driveway so that Mom and Dad wouldn’t hear me and drive towards the desert, the windows down bringing in warm air against my face. It was my thinking time. As the hour grew late, I would turn around and head for home, making sure I got there before Dad could catch me. I lost track of time once and turned back late, just as the sun was starting to come up. I marvelled at the gleam of light on the asphalt that created a ripple of colour in the horizon. When I got home, I was nervous. I could see a light in the kitchen. I was too late. Dad was waiting for me, a look of disapproval on his face. “Well?” he said. I didn’t lie. I told him what I was up to, that I drove to think. He seemed to understand and with a promise from me that I wouldn’t sneak out again, he sent me off to my room.
I’ve always been a night owl. I think and work best in the early hours of the night, but there is something special about sunlight and sunrises. Try this sometime, watch the sun come up, drink in every detail of how the horizon looks, how the light brings the world to life for the new day. Jot down every detail and write a scene where sunlight features heavily. Enjoy.
Writing Prompt: Sunlight