Yes! I hear there is a sun.
And how I loved it. But here, (Scotland) there is an opaque, pallid blanket instead; and its unchanging pallor sustains perfectly endlessly - and at this moment - for over a WEEK!
Is some insipid hand of bony winter pouring waters into the sky's bright Spirit ? . .
Louching her vivid palette of gold and blues to a foggy grey . . ?