The sun is just a ball of gas. It doesn’t care about viruses, elections, lies, hate, and fear, doesn’t know I am thankful I am still here to watch it put on a new show every evening precisely when it should, as if beauty and order were no big deal.
Written by Jorie Mar
Semi-hopeful New Yawka. Baby boomer. Inactive attorney. Content mill veteran. Aspiring humor writer. semihopeful@gmail.com Twitter: @semihopeful