The Return of the Sun

The word heliotheism comes to mind today. Heliotheism encompasses any religion where the central deity is the sun. Now, most of these religions were developed by desert people who probably didn’t see much in the way of winter but, every night for them would have been cold because the desert doesn’t really hold on to that humidity when the sun goes down so, the rising of the sun every morning would be a blessing. 
The seasonal withholding of that great fiery orb Is even more special. I recall some February’s where the sun was obscured by clouds for so long that one might begin to forget it even existed then, alas, there it is bringing life to everything; flowers, tree blooms, the thawing of streams that they might flow freely and loud.  
Mountain or tropical cultures, not lacking in appreciation of the sun’s rise, would be more inclined to designate tree gods or cave gods, etc., so on and, so forth. As for myself. On mornings such as this one was, I do find an extreme appreciation of the sun rising after a cold winter night of snow fall, melting all the snow away. I do, however, enjoy standing in the midst of a slow falling snow letting the flakes just shower freely over me. Its not like rain in the sense that there isn’t an annoyance in it although, a correct and certain amount of falling rain can have the same affect. If I were of an ancient inclination then I might find it within myself to designate a snow god, or a deity of drizzle.  

Salutation Pending 
Johnny R Draper 

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