I live in Phoenix, Arizona. Phoenix is known for it's sunny days and clear skies. In fact, it's called the "valley of the sun". Having lived here for three years I'm starting to get a different perspective on all these sunny days. We moved to Phoenix from Portland, OR. Portland is known for it's grey and rainy days (although it doesn't get as much rain as most people seem to think). Each day in Phoenix was like a summer day in Portland. At first it was nice. Every morning we woke up to another sunny day.

After a while the novelty of sunny days started to fade. Now I am at the point where I don't even notice them. I expect each day to be nice and sunny. Back when we lived in Portland sunny days were a delight because they weren't so commonplace. When a dawn broke on a clear sky everyone's spirits were raised. There was an excitement in the air and the community because we were all sharing a fun experience.

Sunny days in Phoenix are a classic case of too much of a good thing. Now that we've lived here for a while the sunny days no longer inspire us or lift our spirits. Living in a grey world helps us to realize just how exciting a clear and sunny day is. I can't help but think that we would be better off living in a grey world with occasional sunny days. Then they would mean so much more.

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