Sunshine, Won't You Be My Mother? Sunshine, Come and Help Me Sing...

Things are so simple as a child.
I look out the window in front of me to admire the bright sunshine oozing in and feel the cool breeze from all the wind outside. Yesterday it was so dark and grey and stormy, but the winds remain today even in the sunlight.
I think to myself that a walk to the park and some time on the swings would be nice, but then I think it may feel breezy in here, but outside I can see the wind whipping the branches and tree tops around. I realize I will be cold and the wind will blow my clothes and my hair around. Any car that passes will add to that and if I am gone after dark, I will immediately regret the decision as I walk faster home because I will be shivering. (I am always cold.)
But then I see past the tree to the children down the road in their front yard playing. Are they worried about any of those things? Of course not. Did they have a second thought? No. They threw their shoes and shorts on and ran smiling into the sunlight. No regrets, no concerns.  They simply wanted to enjoy the sun as opposed to the confinement they faced yesterday to their home that felt like a prison of no fun as the hail beat down on the siding and shingles.
Maybe we should all take advice from the children and run smiling into the sunlight sometimes.