Driving steadily, I squint my eyes at the brightest light; its shade similar of a yellow gardenia's.

It blinds my windshield, and most of the time it makes me press the brakes so quickly that my body bounces forward.

I try driving one more time, but my efforts prove themselves useless.

What was I thinking, oh I don’t remember, something about my weekend plans…

Stupid sun.

It rises each morning and sets each evening.

Most times, it catches me when I my vision couldn't be better.

It helps me, though, it helps me see the beauty of Mother Nature and her people.

The world isn’t as dark, as I once perceived it.

And now, I’m knocked off my feet everytime I see you.

Stupid sun.