|Do you see winter or the first sign of Spring?|
Rain. Parade. Over here.
I rolled my eyes, handed him the invoice, and told him to enjoy the rest of his day. After some time had passed and I had been inside the completely windowless warehouse, the crush started to crumble. The excitement was waning; clouds were rolling in. I started to think about what he'd said, really chew it over. Is that REALLY that how this guys thinks? Is it even POSSIBLE to be that happy... all the time?
As I thought about it, I realized that I have never seen this man frown. Not once. Never. Doesn't matter if it's snowing, foggy, or slick. He smiles. And he smiles genuinely. He really means it. Sure, it's snowing and there is an inch of ice on the roads: who cares! I'm happy to be here!
Everyday is sunny for him. Every single day is energized.
As Bob Dylan said, "We always did feel the same we just saw it from a different point of view."
I don't know if I'll ever be able to feel the sun's rays when it's past midnight; it is nice to know, however, that even if I can't feel it, sun's still there.