The Land of Dreams....somewhere unknown.

There's a fuzzy feeling that goes through my chest whenever I see the sun poke through the clouds, or the moon appear late at night. Although my favorite place is winter on a grey, blustery midnight, there's something both uncanny and nostalgic about the warmth of the sun. It feels like the world washes over you for a moment, only to disintegrate and fall away. I think as a kid, there was always something magical about feeling the sun run on my face - it's something I haven't embraced a ton as an adult, although I wish to.