Waiting for the Sun to Touch My Skin Again

I close my eyes and try to remember the feeling. The warmth of the sun kissing my skin, the golden glow wrapping around me like a soft embrace. But for now, all I have is the memory.

Winter has its charm, I won’t deny that. The crisp air, the quiet beauty of frost-covered mornings, the excuse to wrap myself in layers of warmth. But deep down, I’m waiting—longing—for the moment the sun finally returns.

I miss the way it lingers on my face, how it paints the world in bright, lively colors. I miss the way it makes my skin tingle, waking me up with its golden energy.

For now, I wait. Soon, the days will grow longer, and the light will find me again. And when it does, I’ll close my eyes, lift my face toward the sky, and let the sun remind me that warmth always comes back.

Do you miss the sun too? 🌞✨

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