Sunshine on a rainy night

sunshineIt’s a cold, dark, wet winter’s night.

I shun the real world and enter another.
And…
one-by-one, friends begin to login:
And…
Sunshine and warmth and brightness abound.

(Who needs Windlight!)

s. x

This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
Can’t you feel it, now that Spring has come,
That it’s time to live in the scattered sun.
The Doors – Waiting For The Sun

 

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