pale face to a pale sky

Spur your little Citroën onwards through thick, slushy snow. Lead your elderly mother by the hand. Don't think of all the work you should be doing.

Instead, lift your pale face to a pale sky. Warm your hands in the pockets of a winter jacket and rejoice in your heavy boots. See how people smile at you, willing to help.

The day is cold, snow is still falling, life is good.