Sunshine

I love being warm.

As I sit here with sun shining in through the window, the warmth covering both of my hands.  With every tap and click of the buttons, time is slowly passing me by.  The beams of light make every speck of dust apparent.  I love the sun.  There are not words that explain how much of a deep contentment I feel just by seeing and feeling the sun.  I wish the heat could fill me all the time, never leaving me with the emptiness I often feel in this world.  Alone. Dark. Cold. Silent. Empty.  The world.

The sun.  So big.  So bright.  A constant reminder of God and his power and bigness. 

I love being warm.