Amy End of Freshman Year in CollegeSunshine.
Birds chirping.
Warm spring breeze.
In my head, I repeat the three things that are currently bringing me joy as my face—eyes closed tight—stares up toward the sun.
Sunshine. Nothing is more depressing than a seemingly never-ending Michigan winter where entire months can pass without a hello from the big ball of fire in the sky. I’m in desperate need of vitamin D therapy. The rays warm my skin, bringing a smile to my face.
Birds. The cheerful songs of small creatures fluttering and flying about, as if oblivious to the world surrounding them, are mesmerizing, putting me in a trance of calm. I imagine a mama bird carrying a piece of yarn that’s recently fallen from someone’s sweater and carefully tucking it into place on the nest she’s so thou
