I have seen splendid days come and go. They never last, but when they happen, for those scrumptious moments, the sun shines as if its sole purpose is to light your way. Birds sing like they are cheering the mere fact of your existence, and in your heart you know that all the stars in the sky quietly wonder at you, and wink. These I bring out from memory, though, the observations I present, for this time right now is not in any of the heights from which such may be sensed. The remembrance of when I was, however, lingers, as the taste of the sweet may sometimes be recalled most sharply when all there is is sour. You have a choice if this happens to you: be bitter that you could not stay in such a light, or kindly know that such a reminder does not mock you, but rather serves as a candle in the darkness. No, it is not so bright, but it glows like a hope that somehow weathers the wind and rain. It tells you, dream on.
