While I often label color as a nutrient, I know beyond doubt that sunshine actually is. A vitamin D deficiency smartens one up rather quickly to the fact that a human body needs the light of the sun. In my world that leaves color the task of being sunshine for the spirit.
It is not alone in its assignment, for I corral it with its fellows, including beauty by multiple definitions, swiftly running rivers, things that smell wonderful, the love of and for friends and family, silliness, kindness, insight and intelligence, artfully arranged words. Oh, such a long list. For the spirit to be underfed requires cataclysm of epic proportions.
I have long believed that any garment ought to have pockets and to be without them is a failure of aesthetics and duty. In those pockets one can keep and transport the necessary charms, talismans, symbols of spiritual sunshine, available like smelling salts when weariness gains the upper hand.
We have never truly known where the next step of our journey will take us. That we don't know today only suggests there may be additional reasons for gathering to us more closely that which brightens and enlivens, that which lifts our hearts. Vitality fuels our imaginations, empowers and strengthens. The world needs us, needs our spirits, inspired, nourished, hopeful and strong. The world needs, we need, our sunshine.