It rather amazes me what a different sunlight makes, especially, I think, at this time of year, this muddy brown season we call "Spring." Most of the snow has melted but nothing green has yet grown. It can be a bleak time. Colors are barely distinguishable. Even the mountains and sky look dingy and ill favored.
Yet, when the sun comes out, even the dead brown grass the mud-bathed ground seem vibrant and even beautiful.
One can almost hear singing when the sun bursts forth from the clouds.
One more look at the contrast:
Right now, I'm thankful for occasional sunshine.
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