Behind the clouds
The darkest night
Winter in the arctic
The sun is always shining
-Today we are all even-
A little poem to start this special day.
An hour from now(it is 7 a.m as i write this)
I plan to be out there at sunrise, around 8 a.m on the clock here.
Maybe you too.
(Of course the sun is already up most places, as I here am almost the last to see it.)
So, we can share the light.
Which, to me, is what we are doing here anyway.
See you soon.