Where the Sun DOES Shine

Is there such a land drenched in solar radiation, embraced by a heaven of azure, and sweetly kissed with tickling zephyrs? Tell me where this place is, for I truly must go there, even if for just a day. I need reassurance that the natural color of the sky is blue and not varying intensities of gray. I need heat. I need dryness. I simply need!

Everything today feels old and inferior. I try to think of something new and improved and I'm so entrenched into a state of grayness that I am disoriented.

How can I be battling ennui when I have books to read, a kitchen to paint, cats to worship, a Pooky to swoon over, and yarn a-plenty? This persistent "been there, done that" is a taunting heckler in my mind. Is there truly nothing new under the sun?

Yes, the sun! That is the missing piece! Without the sun how can there be anything new? If I were a mushroom, toad stool, moss, mold, or mildew, I would love this murky mire of moisture, but I am not friend of the fungus or spore. I want to laugh with flowers, grow a foot overnight like a cucumber in July, and flaunt seductive blossoms to pollinating bees!

*Sigh*