And every morning

 the sun rises, no matter what we humans do on this world. It shows its glorious light on battlefields or the wide, peaceful steppes of Mongolia. On the ships in the middle of the ocean, that must appear like little speks to the sun. On mansions of millionaires and on refugee camps. It is a symbol for continuity and hope. For life itself, actually.

sorry, I know that you know now this view with the silhouettes of the wintery bare trees. But this, straight out of camera, was just too beautiful not to post. Just maybe 10 minutes of this light, then it faded slowly and after 25 minutes, the show was over and the sky was the promised grey for the day. It will be much warmer, about 8 to 10 degrees C, in the coming days.