Sometimes the sun, after a day of gray and cold, shines through.
Sometimes the sun, when news is bad and the outlook is bleak, finds a hole in the cloud.
Sometimes the sun, when the forecast offers no hope and we’ve resigned ourselves to the dismal, appears on a distant horizon.
Sometimes the sun isn’t the sun at all, but instead, is the intertwining of souls caught together in something bigger than self.
In these sometimes dark days of violence, war, famine, poverty, and discrimination, stand together and remember . . . sometimes the sun!