dal niente: notes brought out of silence, a crescendo rising slowly from nothing
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The Sun Is Out Today

Smile. The sun is out today. I can feel it in the warmth that fills the house and warms the skin that’s exposed, from head to toe. My face, my neck, my legs, my feet. Face searching, neck stretching, legs sound, feet sink. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear the carpet between my toes was soft, beach sand. A generic image of a girl dressed in white, walking the wet shore with long, dark ringlets airborne¬†in the summer breeze flashes before my mind’s eyes. Smile. The sun is out today. I can see it in the patch of light that appears to be a magnificent rug. My face, my neck, my legs, my feet. Face turned, neck twisted, legs timid, feet trained. I approach the center of the room and dip my toes into this illuminated area of the floor. A transfer of energy is sent up quickly to my lips. Smile. The sun is out today. I can hear it in the pulse of radiation and the relaxed beating within my chest. My face, my neck, my legs, my feet. Face beaming, neck bent, legs bold, feet bare. I step slowly onto this rug woven with natural light while stripes from the window’s blinds travel up my body. The girl is now a prisoner of Earth’s magic and I see her smile. What an innocent smile she bears. I have only been awake for a minute’s time. My brain is a mess of thoughts and feelings as it normally is upon every new day. If I were to speak, I would like to go against psychology and say that I would have no control over what leaves my mouth. However, it doesn’t take a genius or a fully functioning brain to realize that I was content. The floor behind me creaks under a pair of small feet. Smile. The sun is out today. I know it in the moment of a girl dressed in princess pajamas with brown bob turned bedhead peering up at me, nose red, eyes tired but there’s no doubting that precious grin. “Good morning, sissy. The sun is out today.” Smile.