Two days before the day after tomorrow, or the power of "nada"

"How is she?"
"Well, ummm did you ever wake up in the morning totally drunk and cold, on a god knows what beach?"
"No, I can't say I did..."
"Then picture it. You wake up. You feel the cold and wet sand covering your drunk ass. Been raining quite a lot the night before.
You don't know how you got there. But you know you had a few. You've been too tired to get back and too drunk to care. As you wake up you start shivering. And it sucks as you can't control it. Just like all the accumulated cold is just now erupting from inside. You think, 'Now what...' and you feel nada as you are still numb."
"Allright I got the picture. What's next?"
" And then, it happens. Sunrise. Few rays magically showing up on the horizon. No heat reaching you at this moment. The sun is too weak. And yet, you start getting warm inside. It's not anticipation. It's the aknowledgment of light. It gives you perspective and it shows depth. From inside out, from top to bottom."
"I don't know what are you getting at..."
"She's just like that. Sunrise. First rays of sunshine. And what you hope is that the sun keeps rising."
"What happens after sunset?"
"You wake up the next morning. If you are lucky, under the same sun."