“I find it sad, watching the sun fade and darkness take its place. Saying goodbye to another day.” “It’s not goodbye,” I said. “It’s just ‘see you later.’ Because the sun will rise again.” Brow wrinkled, he focused on me. “Are you always so optimistic?” I shrugged. “I just like to focus on the good in life and not dwell on what I can’t change, ya know? I can’t stop the sun from setting, but I can greet the stars and embrace the night as I wait for the warmth again.”
