On Friday--a particularly sunny day--I went out to lunch with Ari and Kili. I realized, when I put on the pair of spare sunglasses in Ari's car, that it had been weeks and weeks since I had seen the sun during a weekday. Generally, I wake up and drive to work before the sun rises, and it is setting as I leave in the afternoon. I spend my lunch hour indoors, both because it is too far to drive anywhere regularly and because the games of Quiddler are literally the highlight of the 40 hours I spend in that building every week. Most weekends, of course (because we live in Seattle) are overcast or raining, but the rare sunny Saturday I do try to spend outdoors as much as possible, despite the chillier temperatures. For the most part, though, I don't see the sun. It's shady back in my office park, and the trees are pretty and green but tend to block the sunlight.
But Friday, Friday was beautiful. The sun was bright and it was on my face and I know all too well not to take a dose of vitamin D for granted.