Sun is shining

The daily gaze upwards always appeared clouded by haze and smog.
The city skies seemed like a scene from Gotham City without clarity and shrouded by greyish-orange tinge.
Indeed.
The skies are extremely clear today.
The colours were depicted even clearer than the thousand-pixeled plasma.
Rare indeed.
The radiance of it all.
The little suns reflected by the thousand splinter of glass from the buildings.
Giving glimpses of hope and joy to the mundane chores of survival.
A rare feeling, for a long time, this feeling has not been felt.
That God is real. And he is one of us.
Like good old bob will sing, "Sun is shining, the weather is sweet. Make you want to move, your dancing feet..."