I’ve been reading up on light, after visiting the Einstein Museum in Bern two weeks ago.
So, I am happy to see the sun getting higher and brighter, giving my perception a sturdiness again. It feels like poetry.
This part of winter (February now) brings hope.
I would like my moods to be independent of the weather but they aren’t, so I rely on the future to return hope.
Hope, when done well, is like having the future in the present.