I missed the sun today, and then it came out briefly through the rain πΎπ
Found this beautiful poem by Molly Fisk.
How heartwarming it is, to read poetry in winter.
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"How valuable it is in these short days,
threading through empty maple branches,
the lacy-needled sugar pines.
Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story
of Deathβs brightness, her bitter cold.
We can make do with so little, just the hint
of warmth, the slanted light.
The way we stand there, soaking in it,
mittened fingers reaching.
And how carefully we gather what we can
to offer later, in darkness, one body to another."
– Molly Fisk