[ WP ] Write about the sun as if you love/hate it

I enjoy the warmth of the morning sun as I slowly pace down the boardwalk. I look out at the waves coming in and remember the countless days I'd spent surfing after college and the afternoons I'd fallen asleep on the sand. Has it already been fifteen years since then? I reach into my bag and pull out my brimmed hat, reluctantly placing it on my head and pulling my sleeves down. When I reach the end of the boardwalk, I turn left onto the street and pass by the taqueria where I used to eat almost every afternoon. I could really go for one right now; I wish I could. I'd sit there for an hour or more with a plate of Al Pastor and at least two bottles of Mexican lager. I miss those days. Would they even know if I had one? I know my stomach is supposed to be empty for the surgery, but fuck it, are they going to check? Does it really matter any more? Do I even want to fight this cancer any more? I roll up my sleeve and look at the scars on my arm where it all began, where UV rays mutated just one cell enough that it began to grow and reproduce unchecked. Now it had spread past that one spot that I had ignored for so long. Will this be it, or is this going to be like the last time? I pull the hat down further and stare silently at the ground as I continue my walk to the hospital. Then I stop and look up at the sky. I remove my hat and feel the sun on my face again.
