I've found that when I'm the most inspired to write, it's the day after having consumed vast amounts of alcohol while the depressant has taken affect. It's in this state in which my mind dips into the saddest memories in my recollection and shapes my sense of self for a time. This however, is the first time I've been able to isolate and identify this in such a specific way. As my head feels compelles to churn with concerns that seems almost foreign in comparison to my natural mental state lately, little joys of this world present themselves for my cognitive intake. A sun child walking by picks his beautiful golden Mother a buttercream flower on this grey day, casting a radiant smile upon her face as she tucks it behind her ear and takes him by the hand. The sun resides within them. They do not depend on the universe to provide them luminosity. There is a reason why I didn't attend the bible study I'd planned to tonight and ended up in this parking lot, searching the recesses of my mind for the subliminal answers to the Universes biggest questions. If I had, I wouldn't have witnessed the beautiful simplicity of this young boy's gesture to his Mother. I wouldn't have been able to conjure the explanation that I'm simply experiencing a chemical imbalance from last nights choices, and that the world is a place filled with so much good, no mather how small, that can outweigh any bad. That even though tonight's sky is odd in the dead of summer and makes me feel as if my world is an altered state, that happiness doesn't rely upon the suns rays, but upon the ones that reside within us. My mind is currently overcast, but in a few day's time, my luminous soul will once again be a fire. I thank God graciously for that. I regain a sense of content as I experience the world around me in a positive light once more. Appreciative.