Image courtesy of Girl in London
This is SO England. The streets are wet, the gates are locked, and the light...oh the light...is phenomenal. It's not because it's always cloudy here: that's a fallacy. It's because the light here is something to behold: it's stunning.
When the sun comes out here, we rejoice.
Never do we ask, "Where have you been?!" or belittle her by telling her it's been far too long since she's been around.
We don't laugh at her when she only pokes her head out from behind a cloud or find ourselves needing to shield ourselves from her radiating glow.
We stare up at her, amazed, bewildered, and completely, utterly entranced. She is the source, she is the warmth; she is the alleviation of all those sad feelings that come from too many cloudy days. She glistens off surfaces so brilliantly that when she's gone, you still remember that glow.
Maybe we could all learn a lesson
about how to treat people
from how we treat the sunshine
here in England. 
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