After a few hours in the sun, my mood and energy change. I could leave my e-book and computer, and spend hours watching the shadows on the wooden slits of the deck made by the fence and the trees and their branches. Mickey, our dog, searches for a good sunny spot where to lie down. Then, he stays still while staring at the dry, faded lawn, a remnant of the outgoing season. I listen the voices of Nathan and his physics tutor on the background, while I stay as long as I can to take advantage of the sun.
On a sunny Saturday, BHA friends gathered on the deck, and we sang under the midday light. In the fall, I sat with friends to have lunch on the deck or the backyard, and we shared jokes. Never have I had such a sense of contentment. It seems to me that the sun is the best medicine to heal brain injuries.