This is a small extract from something I am currently writing, just thought I'd share.
The morning arrives drab and grey but if you look closely you can see the sun's rays emerging and feel it's warmth as it fights off the grey. The sun doesn't always win though. Sometimes it stays grey and drab but as long as you can remember the sun's warmth and it's fight and carry that in you heart, then it doesn't really matter.
My name is Sam, just Sam. I run and I jump. I forget about the yellow lines and I don't know where the handrail is. And when it rains, I stand in the middle of the road, I look up at the sky and I know I am alive.