Toronto was hit with its first big snowstorm this weekend.
I hate winter so I thought of summer, which led to thoughts of sunshine.
“Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bill Withers is a favorite of mine, even though I break out in a sweat every time I sing it. Try singing along with him and you’ll see what I mean (at the 54 second mark).
If you feel like sweating by reading instead of singing, pick up a copy of any of my books.