Once, when I was a child, maybe 3 or 4, I caught sunlight in a cheese cloth and carried it home for my infant sister.  I wanted her to have some of my sunlight. But it was already there. Sunlight had beaten me to my house.  It had already introduced itself to my infant sister. Sunlight and I haven't been close since. We have only spoken in passing. I miss how close we were one. I miss the little jokes we had.  Maybe tomorrow I will capture sunlight in a cheese cloth again, just for me this time. Maybe we can fix what is broken.