The february sun is shining hard on all things great and small, attempting to melt them. It is peeping into the window and percolating through nooks and crevasses. Trying to do a modern art on the wall with shadows, but is ineffective and unartistic.
Its more of a threat really. Surely it cannot be as fierce as it's cousin in April?
Does the Sun has a cousin or cousins?
And do they take turns to warm the earth?
Where does the other one go?
Asking the sun these imponderables is not an option. But one can surely shut it out. Beneath the dark furry blanket. In a make believe world. But it's getting hot. A hot and dark make believe world inside the blanket is almost as bad as as the fierce threatening sun's cousin outside.