Like lizards

drawn to the heat,

we offer our backs to the sun.

The light slips beneath our skin,

not like an invasion,

but like a memory:

slow, mineral, precise.

Idleness becomes reflection.

A sacred pause.

The body expands,

recognising itself

in the warmth.

Sunlight is not delicate,

it is intimate.

It teaches cells to breathe again.

This is not rest.

It is alignment.

Life briefly agreeing

with its own rhythm.

The splendour of a girl.