Dear sun,
I know it's January, but you are very far away out there, gilding the distant edges of the steel-gray sea in your golden light. Won't you come and visit us?
If you come, we'll open our windows wide to let in your rays.
If you come, we'll hang out clothes on the line, and let you dance with them.
If you come, we'll let you chase the snow off the cold ground.
If you come, we'll all walk outside and play with you.
Has anyone seen our sun?
