I've been burnt. Again. This post is dedicated to the sun.
Sun, I love you and your warm, magnificent rays. I have only ever worshipped you, Sun. Sometimes you make me squint, but that's okay, you mean well. You are just being your bright self. Sun, you make it possible for me to emerge myself into an icy cold river. You guide the way for my snorkeling and diving adventures. Sun, you are the one who brings me eggs. If the rooster didn't know you intimately, Sun, then he could not cock-a-doodle-doo at the crack of dawn. And who has time for the ladies when you haven't had your morning crow?
Sun, if it wasn't for you, I doubt that my students could enjoy getting their energy out at recess. If my students could not enjoy recess, well, I could not enjoy my job. Ever. Sun, you make my world go round. Literally.
That said, why must you go on burning me? Really, Sun, Really?!?!?
2 comments:
Becca! You have described my love/hate relationship with Mr. Sun so perfectly. Bravo!
I love the sun, and even if I get burned I still love the sun...ahhh! What fun thing did you do to get burned? I have no vehicle at the moment, but soon again maybe I can join you guys...yah!
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