Sunny days are a beautiful thing. Sun shines, birds sing, and everyone is just oh so goddamn happy. We all frolic in the sunshine and laugh and sing, and we all wear little flowery things in our hair and eat fresh strawberries which fall plentifully from the sky.
Life is splendid and perfect in every way.
Sun bounces like crystal daggers into our hearts and we fall to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain, in pools of our own blood. Oh the day is so happy and festive. Sunshine is the all natural high, the heal-all of the universe. Happy joy runs like rivers of blood through the festivities, but we don't give a fuck because we are blind idiots, skipping maniacally through our days. We are like cute little chess pieces.