The greatest thing about my office is that it has three—count ’em three—windows. There are blinds on the east-facing windows, probably because when the sun rises in the morning in winter, sunbeams stream through and temporarily blind me.
I’ve never once put the blinds down. Instead, I sit there and bask in those rays — like a cat — for the few seconds it takes for the earth to rotate.
Turn your face to the sun, and the shadows fall behind you.