You Are The Sun To Me

When I say you are the sun to me, I am not trying to sound clever.

I do not mean the summer sun, loud and obvious, making everything easy.

I mean the winter sun: pale light that still shows the world, even when it is cold.

It does not fix the season, but it changes how I can stand inside it.

It warms my heart in a quiet way, like a cup held between two hands.

It makes small things feel possible again: a walk, a laugh, a next step.

So if I call you my sun, I mean this: you help me stay human when the day feels long.