Worry Bunnies

Paper tigers.

Paper demons.

Specters forged of tissue and sticky paper.

When the sun becomes obscured by some thin cloud coverage, should we all fret that the world will die for lack of sunlight as he might (our sun) never return to us?

Folly – folly that is all consuming and crippling – who can sit and enjoy the shade if they fear that the sun will never shine again, plagued by their thoughts that wake up the harpy-butterflies of anxiety in their core?