The sun is a ball of fire. A hot mass of literal flames, yet also a catalyst to ecstasy and bliss. It’s amazing that this scientific agent of light and energy can also be a mechanism for something as abstract as happiness.
In the winter months, there is a curtain of darkness that dampens the sky. The coat of grey wraps the world in sadness. Tangible and bleak disarray.
I feel winter pulling at my heart strings like a malicious puppeteer, but spring is the kind harpist that takes over.
The world is brighter, lighter and warmed in spring. Spring hugs you and kisses you, loves you so you're not alone. To live with this feeling ...of blue skies hanging over, a bright twinkle in your eyes, and light air in your heart, how wonderful that would be.
I feel this way with nostalgic remnants- sketches, books, faint memories, fragrances, anime, chocolate, video games, photos, scrapbooks. I feel this way with life- sunshine, storms, family, rain, good friends, poems, full moons, and love.
Life's a beauty.
Sometimes.
Isn't it?
