Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshineI need to laugh
And when the sun is out
I got something I can laugh about
I feel good
In a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny dayGood day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
-John Lennon and Paul McCartney, The Beatles
When Lennon and McCartney wrote that song, were they coming out of a long dark period like us? Maybe. All I know is that when I woke up this morning, for the first time in a long time, there was sunshine streaming in my bedroom window.
"Shawn! Shawn, look!"
"Mmmpphh?"
"Look!"
He opened his eyes and smiled. "Rainbows."
Our bedroom window faces due east and there are eight crystals strung up along the top. When the sun comes shining through, there are rainbows dancing on my ceiling.
I've been wrenching myself out of bed lately, barely in time. I feel like I've been clawing my way up and out of the rain and murk everyday and dragging myself to work. Today I was up and out easy. (For my ballet friends, what was probably a semi-graceful stumble out of the covers felt like a jete leap with all the lift that Madame is always telling us about.)
I wanted to go outside.
It was still full of puddles in the backyard, but the sun was shining and as I stood there facing it with my eyes closed I felt like I had been holding my breath for weeks without realizing it until now when I finally let it out.
As I headed west on I-80 this morning, there was a wet, soggy wall of clouds in front of me. Moving this way, I think. But I could still feel the sun on my neck from behind me and if you looked to the sides of the road, you'd swear the grasses were reaching for it. And flowers. Where did they come from?
We won't get to keep this sunshine, I don't think. Not today anyway. I think I can live with that. At least I know now that it still exists. Thank god for small favors. I hope my friends out west got a little glimpse of it too.
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun and I say
It's alrightLittle darling
It's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been hereHere comes the sun
Here comes the sun and I say
It's alright
-George Harrison, The Beatles