Dear Sun,
WOW!
I mean, well, just. Wow.
It’s been so, so, so, so, long.
So. Long.
I was really worried about you. The days starting ending at 3 p.m., and I thought maybe I’d never see you again. I thought it would be dark outside forever, and that the snow would be here until I die, and that winter would never, ever end.
But now.
YOU’VE CAME BACK!
And it’s glorious!
Glorious like a big batch of warm chocolate chip cookies, or the latest issue of TIME Magazine, or saving money on my car insurance, or neon lime-green shirts, or Johnny Depp in 3D or a first kiss.
Simply glorious.
I missed you an insane amount. I missed you more than journalism misses the 90s. More than my Catholic friend Diana misses meat on Fridays. Heck, I missed you more than Tiger Woods misses Nov. 24, 2009.
Seriously.
I’m so glad you came back. Please, never leave me again.
Love (Yes, love),
Crystal
I love the sun too. Just not the dirty windows that it is shinning through.
“More than journalism misses the 90s.” So true. It was gorgeous here today, so I know how you feel!
Sun has been kicking it over at my crib. smoking blunts, drinking IPA, playing madden… girls really dig Sun, makes me popular just being around him.