The Sun and I

The sun is playing hide and seek with me. Just when I think I've caught it, it darts behind another cloud, peeks out, then flees to another, and another. Before long I tire of the game and turn back towards the building. But it has one ambush left. In a flash of bright laughter it sweeps me up in an embrace that tingles through a body raw with cold. I carry this warmth with me the rest of the day.