Giving Thanks. Sunshine.

"Gray skies are gonna clear up. Put on a happy face."

I like sun, not hot sun, but warm, golden rays that make you squint, just a little. I like the beams that peek through the blinds and warm the room on a wintery morning.

Winter is very gray. So far, it isn't too bad, but it will get there. Gray and dull. A sky choked with inversion. For now I'm thankful for the sun.

Before the winter really sets in, I'm going outside, closing my eyes, turning my face to the sun and basking. Yes, today I think a little basking is in order.