After the storm, when the clouds are spiteful and vengeance has been taken
Breaking character at play practice for a moment of pure ecstasy and humor
Catching colds, leaving an imprint of sickness and annoyance on one's face
Dodging the curious stares of ex lovers with a feeling of relief
Envious emotions towards the summer when you're left with chills and bare trees
Frozen faces in shock of the aftermath of that day back in September
Gracious arms stretched open wide by a Savior who has nothing to hide
Helplessness left on the man alone in the street with nothing to eat
Ignorance comes with the guy who thinks he knows it all (but really knows little at all)
Jokes are thrown left and right coming straight for the girl in the corner who's feeling depression
Kindness shared between two strangers hopeful that soon they'll be more than that
Lovers share a softened gaze and a touch of hands producing electricity
Moms crying for their kids first day of school, tears of joy
Nasty boys with shallow minds give over everything they have thinking they have real "love" for the night
Open-minded people uniting in the world to feel a sense of community
Pretentious celebrities showing a carefree attitude for the camera, but heartbreak behind
Quaint and quiet simple minded people read their simple books and live in a state of simple happiness
Red cheeks flushed brighter than a firework in July
Static on the radio playing really low, a tune really slow, with a sad tone
Tucked in crop tops, high waisted jeans, & converse lending a helping hand with nostalgia for the 80s
Under said phrases and over said words shouted on the rooftop with remorse and bitterness
Vertigo left her in a state of constant anxiousness
Watery eyes dried by pruned fingers in the salt water pool mixed with salt water tears
X marking the spot where she caught him with her
Yellow, stained pages and the peaceful smell of antique books
Zealousness for life shone in her eyes, almost like a musician when their fingers brush calmly and excitedly over their instrument

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.