The sun just broke through the blue clouds and smote me. Suddenly I feel alive, as I had forgotten how to be. The blaze of light lasted only seconds, but it infused me with an energy I cannot conjure up on my own. The day is fading, and the clouds are all blue and mottled, like the sea on a cold day, but the sun is still there, burning, brilliant.
Yes. The sun is still there, burning, blazing. It is always there, no matter how many clouds and curtains, no matter how many walls or how many miles of earth, intervene between my eyes and that never dimming brilliance.