Whenever I see the sun beams break through the clouds and falling through my window, I think of love and happiness. I think of a picnic far away in a sunflower field that never seems to end. I imagine the feeling of running down a three-leaf clover lined path, that flourishes with the best of luck and never ends. I miss swinging on a tire swing during weather like this, as I did in my childhood. My mind digs for memories and people that I miss and love. I want them back, but I am not sad. The sun brings life into my dark room, bouncing off my walls and reflecting off of mirrors and glass surfaces. The sun, I have learned, brings happiness in its purest essence to all those who let it perforate them. Sunshine is a gift, a very happy gift. I wish I could capture this beautiful day and this beautiful sun in a mason jar. I would keep it forever; whenever things seemed most certainly dark, or the sun never seemed to shine, I would grab my jar of sunshine and allow it to thrive through me and make me happy. Beautiful days like this make me feel truly happy.