Put me in any place on Earth, and it can always me made better by pure, raw, unfiltered sunshine.
The color of the light that the sun produces can’t be replicated, and neither can the feeling we get from being in it — it’s like we’re receiving the warm gift of being an Earthling.
Sun is the main reason I left Alaska a few years ago — I don’t know how people can survive without seeing the sun or feeling its bounty.
As I sit here on my ass writing these posts the sun is coming right through my window and lading on my hands and illuminating the flower bush outside my window in such a way that gives me a feeling of infant bliss.