Here we are.
In winters depth sunrise emerges, sometimes sulkily, into our brief daylight hours before gloaming evenings and full dark skies return. For me, a time to hibernate and be dormant, cosy in my hobbit hole of wintery comfort, emerging now and then to bracing cold and frosty toes, lashing wind and rain, splooshing through deep water in wellies.
I love winter weather, when there is warmth to return to. There are currently purple-pink-baby blue skies outside my window, with skeletal frames of trees silhouetted against the horizon that leave my fingers itching to draw them in all their open, vulnerable brilliance.