Today, the sun is shining.

It’s an indirect glare kind of shine, as the sun dukes it out with thick clouds, and the shadows go deep and sharp and dull and fuzzy every few seconds as one or the other has a brief supremacy, but it’s sun and I want to stand up and cheer. The leaves of the small wood outside the back window are their proper hot-green stained glass again, the birds are jaunty, the squirrels tear along the deck, all is briefly right with the world.