Looking Directly Into the Sun

And other things I’m not supposed to say

I am a very, very, very solar person. I always have been. I cannot live without the sun. If you ever want to torture me or kill me all you have to do is put me in a room without windows and imprison me there, depriving me of sunlight. I would surely expire within weeks, if not days.

Luckily, I am not imprisoned. I am free. Consequently, the last few days have been profoundly intense for me. Why? Because of the Spring equinox.

I happen to live in an apartment building situated on a street that runs east and west. As far as the United States Post Office is concerned, I live on the west end of that street.

This street I live on was mapped out and then paved around a hundred years ago; back when humans were reliant on both their natural inner compass and the compasses they held in their hands. They did not have smart/stupid phones back then to give them exact GPS coordinates. Topography be damned, the humans back then planned their towns and cities according to a compass held in their hands.

I have lived in several towns like this, where the city grid is laid out on north/south and east/west coordinates but I have sometimes wondered just how accurate this is.