Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
— The Beatles, Here Comes The Sun
A miracle happened in Berks County just the other day.
The sun came out.
Hard to believe but it did that very thing.
Of course, its appearance after being MIA for what seemed an eternity caused a few problems.
A friend of mine who had stayed up all night to see where the sun went finally had it dawn on him and he began speaking in tongues.
People had trouble finding their neglected sunglasses. And those who did had to dust them off.
People suddenly regretted trading in their cars simply because they had sunroofs.
People were so terribly excited about seeing the sun that they totally lost perspective and threw on shorts, tank tops, flip flops and suntan lotion and then caught horrible colds after a five-mile jog in the cold.
AAA and PennDOT had to quickly issue reminders on how to drive with sun glare.
People who had become utterly attached to their umbrellas had to be treated for separation anxiety, which caused a huge backlog in psychiatrist offices.
Restaurants and diners were deluged by requests for sunny-side up eggs, which meant chickens had to work overtime.
The morbidly depressed began giggling as if on laughing glass.
Authorities were besieged with calls from people confusing the sun with an UFO.
Granted, there always are killjoys. Dermatologists immediately began preaching about the dangers of UV exposure.
