A car-park poem. (Got your attention!)
I sketched this after three minutes just standing in the car park outside my work building last Thursday. Such was my need for sun on my face and soul.
A deep, visceral need.
By myself, eyes closed, just standing.

NLB
face towards the sun,
feet planted firmly.
Wind blowing,
whole body shaking,
feet planted firmly;
shaking not falling.
Face towards the sun,
eclipsed by the passing cloud,
Sun re-revealed,
smile spreading,
sun blessing.
Feet planted firmly,
face towards the sun,
as clouds and wind blow.