For the past three days, the sun has risen beyond the sea as a benevolent yellow god returned from distant lands. Clouds that ruled the sky have now retreated to thin purple wisps curling above the edges of the horizon.
Low winter sunbeams envelop the landscape forgivingly, illuminating cold earth in golden hues. The barb branched winter trees aren’t bare, now they’re beautiful. Robins flit between the peanuts and fat balls hanging from the feeding perch.
They stretch their wings out in the returning light.