Blue Sky

Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.

What did you call her?" she asks but I don't think it's her real question.
"Sunshine," I say, and she smiles like she believes it's perfect and she may be the only person other than me who would think so.
"What is she to you?" she whispers. The real question and I know the answer even if I don't know how to say it.
Drew's muffled voice rises up from the floor before I can respond.
"Family," he says.
And he's right.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.