When the students arrive at school in the mornings, we meet them at the door with a thermometer and hand sanitizer. I distinctly remember being blinded and baked by the sun at the beginning of the school as Chloe and I stood outside.

The sun moved as winter approached, and we were soon in the cool winter shade. But as the days grow longer again, I can see the sun approaching. I wonder how long before it overtakes our position and we are bathed in its radiation once again.