The sun returned today. Not the watered-down version we have glimpsed occasionally this winter, if we were lucky, but a full-force burning star, blasting us with brilliance and even a bit of warmth even if it was still very far away, low in the sky at noon. It lit up the white desert of the ice-locked, snow-covered sea and made birds sing.
Weak, vulnerable, sad, I sat in the sun. Wrapped in wool, more for comfort than for warmth. Staring at the blinding whiteness through my sun-glasses, gripping my tea mug tightly. Life was over-whelming so I lost myself in a science fiction novel.
Later, I fell asleep on the sofa, exhausted and comforted by the promise of spring.
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