Sunrise 3
Your days are dull and pass uneventfully. With the days of your youth far behind you and your days of shining dreams dashed by the years, you find it hard to smile. You can’t jump for joy, because there is so little to jump over. You live your life with a cloud hanging over your head.
They see it in you—your friends, your colleagues, your family. They see the black spirit that occupies your soul. And even though you know that they see it, even though you see it in yourself, and even though you wish that it were otherwise, you are powerless against it.
Breathe in, breathe out.
You gaze out the airplane window. It is cloudy. It is winter. And the day is cold and grey.
But the airplane doesn’t care, and the pilot doesn’t care, and the clouds outside don’t care, because this is just another morning, and even though it is a grim, dreary day, the sun is out there somewhere for someone who is smiling just because of it.
The plane breaks thru the clouds. White wisps flash over the wings. A blue sky blazes overhead. And the rising morning sun shines in your eyes. It makes you squint. It makes you think. And it finally—finally—makes you smile.