#129 - Winter Sun on Grass

Someone I know wrote a song that talks about the brightness of the winter sun, I always thought it incongruous. This winter though, I am seeing that the light has a certain quality that is specific to this time of year. A cold brilliance. Walking home through the park today as our shadows stretched long on the grass, the children playing with the swooping giants they cast on the hillside, I saw how in this bleakness, when all the world is bare and thin, the sun makes something new of it all. A line of grasses, dried up and colourless, beyond the sparse bushes at the top of the bank, were suddenly radiant.