The sun is always there for me.

Whether she is shining down on me on a warm September morning, or hiding beneath the clouds on a rainy Sunday afternoon, I know I can always count on her.

The sun is always there for me.

After a long morning with spilled coffee and a failed exam, I lye in the grass and wait as the sun provides me with warmth, kissing me in the form of sunspots and light brown speckles.

The sun is always there for me.

As I sit beneath the rays, my eyes close as I look up. “Too bright,” I think, as I turn over and watch the colors of my vision change reality into warped images, making everything a little more beautiful.

The sun is always there for me.

I watch as my nail polish fades from blue to green, changing along with my mood. They too know the warmth and comfort the sun radiates.

The sun is always there for me.

Her warmth shines down upon the plants, providing me with nourishment and company. I am grateful today.

The sun is always there for me.

She paints pictures in the sky like watercolors. Red, yellow, and orange hues melt into one as the sun sets and says its daily goodbyes. Gone for the night, but always back for more.

The sun is always there for me.

Each day a new beginning, filled with uncertainty.

I might not be sure what will happen today or tomorrow. But whatever the days may bring, I know I can always count on one thing.