Fame and Familiarity

The sun really is a star—it’s a celebrity. And today I drove through an especially glitzy display. Its reflection ricocheted off every windshield, bumper, license plate and pair of sunglasses directly into my own sunglasses. I realized that all the TV billboards, bus-side ads, and magazines combined still couldn’t offer their patrons as much fame as our cityscape offers the sun. The sun is famous. I often don’t see it that way. I usually just think of it as this blaring thing, if I think of it at all.