Wisdom from the Road #60

When Mr. Sun's scorching power is raging down on me making steam and melt into the pavement, I curse Mr. Sun. Living in a tropical country then that means I curse him on most days of the year.

When the rainy days come, I curse the flooded streets of my city—to get home or to get to the office, I have to wade through three flooded streets—and I immediately miss Mr. Sun.

When I am in a foreign country and the temperature drops to 2°C and the wind mocks me with its cold, cold breath, making me shiver in my pants, I immediately miss Mr. Sun.

I'm sorry for cursing you, Mr. Sun! I do appreciate the sunshine and warmth you bring into my life! Please don't ever go away!