What is it about sunshine?
Its rays have worked their way into my psyche and are trying to fill all those half empty cups that the long winter has left lingering there.
A walk through the city at lunchtime is warming to this long frozen optimist's core, and the dowdy buildings of London almost wink at you, knowing that they are bathing in the golden hue of spring.
The season is something to behold, and our messy cares can be washed away, for a time, if we let them.
A pair of oysters and Kentish wine with Laura, a quick coffee on Fleet Street with Gel, a punch in the arm from one of my siblings. Any one of my absent carebears would make the picture more perfect than the ones that are here already do.
He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.
SAMUEL JOHNSON
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