It's the longest month of the year, psychologically speaking. Dark, damp, nothing to look forward to. Work seems mundane , nobody going out. But little things are keeping a glimmer of optimism alive - like the sunrise, like hyacinths coming into bloom in the kitchen, daffodils poking through the soil (and in January?) But a visitor always cheers things up.
(Sorry, bit blurred)
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