Should Poseidon be worried that I'm carrying on an emotional affair? An emotional affair with the sun?
Two weekends ago was my first trip to the beach this year. The very second my toes touched the sand, I felt every muscle in my body relax. I opened the lounge chair and spread out my beach towel. I sank down into that chair, pulled my hair out of my face, and sighed until there was no breath left in me. I felt the sun on my skin, and I said quietly, "Hello Sun. I've missed you, buddy."
It is hard to describe (and believe me, I have tried) my love of the sun and all things warm. I don't like the cold. I mean, I don't mind snow and watching it fall, but I don't like cold temperatures. The cold penetrates my bones, and it hurts, in a strange way. Cold messes with my psyche, which is fragile enough as is.
Our beach trip was a short trip, but I spent enough alone time with Sun to make me a happy girl. I don't bother hiding my emotional affair with Sun from Poseidon. I even shared with him a picture of Sun and I, a picture I drew two days after our return from the beach. Poseidon is ok with this affair. OK with it, as long as I use protection.
--Amphitrite
