Anyone who lives in Bernese Jura knows that grey skies have hovered their dreariness over us for weeks - and today light has come.
We squint. We recoil at first like hibernating animals crawling from their dark dens. And then we gather close beside the window and let it touch our skin with its bright fingers.
It's -10°C outside... and I'm off to walk along the creek. I will lay my cough down on its soft banks and leave it there to be washed away. The sun is shining! And all will finally be well.