When I open the curtains at the usual time in the winter morning, I have noticed that the sunlight is shining into the room considerably compared to the dimness until recently.
That alone will brighten my feelings.
After driving up the frozen road nervously and send my daughter to the nursery school, I take a walk in the forest for a short time where the snow remains still.
A high-pitched clear air sound that rings in my ears.
And in the deep blue sky, glittering diamond dust were dancing.
I have become filled with gratefulness for the power and warmth of sunlight that is different from the summer.
It may be because of the weight of living in the world of below zero which would divide life and death.
The sun looks like the light of hope more than usual.