S-U-N

So, I've been singing, "Mr sun, sun golden yellow sun in my head all day." Thank you Barney. With that said I've decided to take this opportunity to give a shout out to the sun, and tell him just how much I appreciate his presence in my life. For real, it makes me so happy to have him on my face. He allows me to take my child out for some much needed runnin' around. Sun is a dear friend of mine, and warms not only my bod but my soul.

Because of my dear friend the sun, I can actually get out and enjoy the fall; the trees, the cool air, the mass amount of leaves that have invaded the ground, with their colors red, yellow, orange, purple. Those crunchy leaves are everywhere.


I may go as far to say that if my dear friend the sun could stick around and continue his warming of my heart/spirit/face I wouldn't be mad. I may even get out more, swing my legs off a bridge and not even think about jumping, just swinging. (Although the colder the water, the less likely the jumping, but that's entirely beside the point.)Isn't it?


The point is if I could bottle up the sun and release him in full force daily between the hours of 9:30 and 12:30 I would. I'd release the hell out of him. I'd be all, "hey everyone here's our sun. Go play outside, go enjoy your lives, and this guy, my friend. The SUN." The rest of the day there would still be sun don't get me wrong,it'd just be especially sunny at those particular hours. Not sunburn sunny, but the kind of sun that makes you think of riding your bike barefoot down to the lake, feeling the wind in your hair, and the glorious, miraculous sun on your warm face.
So sun, here's your shout out, you're not only my boy, you're my man, SUN GUY, and I love you.