'Here Comes the Sun' (It's alright.)

There are seasons when we forget.

We forget warmth.

We forget joy.

We forget that life can feel light.

Winter has a way of convincing us that it will last forever.

But the earth knows better.

The bulbs know.

The bees know.

The flowers know.

They wait patiently beneath frozen ground, carrying an ancient certainty:

the sun always returns.

This piece is a celebration of that moment.

The first golden morning.

The first brave bloom.

The first bee.

The first day you remember that happiness is not something you create.

It is something you allow back in.

Here comes the sun.

And just like that—

everything begins again.