Winter Sun

It’s not particularly warm in these northern latitudes, that Winter Sun.

But it’s enough.

Just a little bit of brightness can carry us through. It holds the promise of a future springtime, when the life, that seemed to have died a death, will burst forth once again.

You and I can be that winter sun, for someone. And we can receive it from someone too.

I’m trying to keep my eyes open for the opportunity to do either.