Here Comes the Sun

Growing up in Colorado, I always took the sun for granted. I never realized how much my mood depends on the weather. In Chicago, I've discovered that sunshine is much rarer in the wintertime than it is in Colorado. I see the sun once every few weeks, and when it is out, that usually means it's time to put on all the clothes I own because the temperature is sub-zero with an unthinkably negative windchill. It is getting a little better now, since spring is arriving and all, but the sunshine is very lukewarm so far. In Colorado, it's blazing and burning and people wear sunscreen in the winter. Here, it's kind of like being in the general vicinity of a warm lamp.

I never understood the Beatles for singing about the sun coming out, but now I understand them. I also listen to that song on the most wretched days to attempt to trick myself into believing that the sun will come out soon. Hopefully, summer will be filled with enough sunshine to satisfy my lustful cravings for Vitamin D. I can hardly wait.