I’ve long believed that the little things make all the difference.
Scientifically speaking, the sun is no small thing. It’s much larger than a zipper and more widely appreciated than cranberry sauce (I assume), but I think we rarely acknowledge how significantly the sun’s rays influence us. The weather is the very definition of “small talk,” is it not?
I used to take sunny skies for granted, but after spending long summers under Tokyo’s hazy smog dome and doing a fair bit of research on vitamin D, that’s no longer the case. (If you’re not taking a vitamin D supplement, I highly recommend looking into it. Of course, check with your doctor first.)
I live for sunshine. I crave it. When I wake up to find light coming through the slats of my blinds, I bound out of bed. (OK. I’m exaggerating. I still have to peel myself away from the pillow, but light makes that process a whole lot easier.)
Today, however, was free of fog. I decided to take a walk outside during my lunch break. The air was brisk, but when I looked up, I saw this beautiful scene.