The sun finally decided to come out and so I opened all the blinds.
It cheered my soul to see my old friend looking down on me once again.
The days had been so dark and dull and the snow, once white, now was gray.
The sun flirted with the peaks and left pretty patterns of light dancing on the frozen surface.
Too briefly did he make his appearance and then disappeared behind the clouds.
The peaks absent, now, of light return to a lackluster heap of piled up snow.
And once again I began to mourn with the knowledge that this winter will be long.
That many lackluster days will bring dark dull days filled with nothing but grayness and dead vegetation.