Here comes the sun

I'm pretty closely attuned to the sun, and I think I can tell it's coming back.

This morning in our apartment's galley, the shadows from the old Victorian ornaments were just clear enough, just bright enough, that my third eye saw Old Sol reviving from his winter swoon.

Of course part of the "clear and bright" was a stiff, chilly breeze from the sea. Winter's here, but not for long. Heat is on the way.