A DARK DAY AGAIN

but now we will travel.
After caring for the birds I saw that we have a row of conifers too, never seen the drops on the leaves so shiny in the little light there was. I had a tiny flashlight but could not use it because of too little light and with what hand could I hold it?

My haiku:

Day after dark day
But there shines a tiny light
Mirror of my hope

And the proverb:

Every light has its shadow.

I will be back much later.