The rain prevented me from walking in the canyon today, but I was able to walk on a treadmill looking out onto the canyon. I miss but do not demand the presence of sunshine.  I recall the words of William Blake

“He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.”

The next time I walk in sunshine I will “kiss the joy as it flies.”