I have sunshine all the time.

After three cloudy days in Sardinia, the sun is out. No clouds. But even on cloudy days, I have my own sunshine. My Italian true love.  Unfortunately, too many have sunshine only when there’s a break in the clouds.    But I’m blessed.  I live by a different standard. Different rules.   I’m privileged. An elite. Sunshine every day for me.  Even at nighttime. When the sun goes down in the sky. I still have my sunshine. –Jim Broede