Would we?

The darkest months of the year could end any day now. But they have not. Endless rows of gloomy grey days have increased the burden. A few days of snow could have made it slightly better. But the sky remained cloudy and grey. On top of this a load of one pandemic, enduring and ongoing. My urge to live and love is not that stable any more. Will there ever be a joyful life a few months from now?

This morning a clear sky showed up ten centigrade below freezing point. Later on, the temperature increased to minus three. A sunny day. The whole town went out for a walk. We consumed any pavement available or ice for that matter. Finally, we found a place to sit down in leeward. A cup of coffee from a private thermos and a cinnamon bun or two. We may recover joyful life after months of absence. Would we?