It might seem strange that a coastal girl like myself is not in love with the sun – is not all beachy keen like many of my southern sisters. But it’s the truth. I don’t like the sun. And it has nothing to do with Edward Cullen, it just happens to be something we have in common.
I grew up going to the beach most every weekend. I fished and crabbed with my Dad. I have very fond memories of throwing out the casting net on the bridge in the blistering Georgia sun. The smell of salt marsh was like perfume to me. I remember many, many weekends spent tanning, well, actually burning, slathering coconut scented oil all over me and timing my turns to make sure I was cooked evenly.
And I tell you those were some of my best days – and some of the best naps I ever had. After a full day of baking, there’s nothing quite like a shower followed by a nap with the oscillating fan whirring at the foot of your bed – the 110 degree heat outside kept at bay with the rattling window unit. Dreamy.
However, as I’ve gotten older, I have discovered the dark side and find that it is much more pleasing to me. I am always enticed by the smell of the evening curling its cool fingers around the daylight, pulling it away – the allure of the moon as she illuminates the darkness and beckons my creative energy to come out and play.
In the evening, I don’t have to wear sunscreen. I don’t have to wear sunglasses. There is no covering up to be done. Everything is out in the open. And my creativity explodes in this environment. Although it is dark, everything suddenly seems clearer, sharper to me. My senses come alive. The sound of the crickets and their humming legs, the smell of the cool, moist darkness as I breathe in the blackness, everything about the night invigorates me and calms me.
I only run at night. I prefer to drive at night and have been known to take the extra long way home in the evenings just so I can roll down my windows and feel the evening kiss my skin. I sit at my desk with my window open, even when it’s really too cold, just so I can hear the pine trees whisper to me and my bamboo wind chimes sing their evening song. Those same sounds in the daytime just aren’t the same, because things aren’t still enough and the sun is too loud.
Edward Cullen and I have things in common for sure. But I’m no vampire – I don’t bite. I just think the sun sucks.