There are times when winter seems so bleak, like a long unending cavern. Days reach their demise in the blip of a moment, leading us to wonder where all the sun went so hastily. There is often little time to slow down, to see a golden stream leak in lethargically through unshuttered windows. But in these days, when that light does stream through in the lazy sense that only a winter day can have, it seems so much more precious. So precious indeed.