I went out today. In the morning.
The sun was climbing slowly, sleepily, deciding finally to settle low. The sky became blue. It was amazing.
I don’t remember when was the last time I saw light. The sky has been grey for weeks.
Or so it seems.
When I returned home, the weak hug of sun had begun to melt the powdery snow on the branches.
Now the trees are bare, the sky has gathered clouds of every shade of grey and black, and the sheltering shield is hanging once again over me.