lux solis, or the light of the sun, is the only reason any of us are here. Short, tall, cheerful, glum, Democrat, Tory, rich, poor or middle-class, regardless of our skin colour, religious beliefs or who we love, whether we be hawks or doves, a feminist or that jerk who attacks a woman for expressing her opinions on the net. We are all the children of the sun.
Then, when the pavement has been warmed by the light of the sun, Pico hangs out for a while on the corner of the bank.