Dear Sunshine.

I am just wondering where you are? I miss you so and these dreary, cloudy days are not bringing me the same joy you once did. Pay me a visit sometime soon... real soon. xo, Chel

It was my first morning waking up in my new apartment, about a week ago to be exact. I barely had my eyes open but could feel this vibrant beam of light shining down on me. Half studio, half loft, there is a rectangular shaped window standing vertically up in the loft space. The way the blinds had been closed the night before allowed this perfect ray of sunshine to peak through this morning. Hitting my eyes at a most precise and perfect angle it set the tone for my entire apartment... and my day.

I have yet to experience this light wave since and keep trailing back to that precious moment, being reminded of what it felt like to be awakened by sweet warmth. The positive attribution it brought to the day is incomparable to any other morning pleasure. Perfection and convinced me, if I had thought otherwise before, that sunshine does effect our personalities. As if without it a negative ora consumes the body, convincing the mind that today is dull.

I look out the window and wish I was welcomed by that crisp yellow light, so strong one cant help but embrace it. Instead I am staring at drabness and in no way motivated to smile or frown. It is as if the gray sky creates a numbness to any sort of feeling, indifferent to the ending of the day and it is only some fluke combination of pleasure and bliss that can turn dull into something versatile.

Sad story, to say the least, but it won't be anytime soon that I am awakened by bright, glistening light peaking through my windo. So until then, I say, suck it up, savor your smile and remember that sunshine is always a plane ride way.