Sweet Little Sunbeams

Here comes the sun, I say cautiously, very cautiously. Little beams I can see.

It's not like we need sunglasses, but there's definitely light poking through a thick, oppressive blanket of gray.

I heard sunbeams in a song and a comment in the kitchen. I saw them, too.

I am so grateful. Things I once took for granted no longer seem ordinary.

Must bundle up now and take Sug for a walk in the freezing cold.

Good night.