Good morning beautiful

I love you, your gloomy darkness, and how you give me the perfect excuse to never venture out of my warm room for days on end. With you, I don't need bottles and bottles of water a day, and I have forgotten what exercise or sweating feels like. The delicious bowls of hot ramen, and warmth of hot bubble tea, and how you never dictate when I should be asleep or awake because the days just become one long night.

I thought we were a perfect match, W & W, my mood and yours. But I tire of you. Waking and leaving the house in dark, and returning when it's darker. Never feeling quite safe, walking down my quiet street wondering who is lurking in the shadows.

Then, there was a day that I woke up to a brightness foreign to my eyes. Walking out of the house just before noon, the sun beamed brightly at my face and I squinted and squirmed like a vampire. There, I finally understood their obession with the sun. "What a beautiful day it is," they would say, lying under the stinging sun as I quickly found myself a patch of shaded grass. Growing up with non stop summer and a sun that boils, I didn't understand what they meant by beautiful. Or how anyone could become vitamin D deficient.

But the warmth and soft rays falling gently onto trees, people, and everything it touches, is beautiful. Maybe I love you after all. The sun never scorches in your presence, and I would never have anticipated eagerly for it, if you didn't hide it in your gloominess.

Reminds me of the song that's been in my head this morning. See What a Morning - what an apt song after reading Isaiah 53:

See, what a morning, gloriously bright,
With the dawning of hope in Jerusalem;
Folded the grave-clothes, tomb filled with light,
As the angels announce, "Christ is risen!"

See God's salvation plan,
Wrought in love, borne in pain, paid in sacrifice,
Fulfilled in Christ, the Man,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!