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Sitting at the Window
Waiting for the sun
The high thin clouds were turning pink. The weather experts said those clouds were going to burn off by mid-morning and that the rest of the day would be sunny.
Camille was tingling with anticipation of feeling the warm rays of the sun touching her skin. The town in which she lived had been covered by a thick blanket of clouds for over two weeks during which the sun had not once come out. This had produced a sadness that fully enveloped her.
Sitting at her window waiting for the first rays of sunshine to appear, she thought about the conversations she had had with her friends over the previous days. None of them seemed to have been saddened by the sun deprivation. To them, everything was normal.
Why did it affect her so much? Why did she slip into melancholy after just one day without sunshine? Why did she become consumed with depression after just a few days?
As Camille sat impatiently looking out the window at the sky, her cat slept in her lap, providing her with a modicum of warmth and love. She had noticed that on gray gloomy days the cat spent much more time in her lap. Camille became the cat’s sun on cloudy days. Just like her, the cat was a sun person.
Camille had grown up in a far away desert where the sun shined almost every single day…
