The sun came up today, but for a while I was wondering: It too seemed to be suffering a distinct lack of motivation. Even my cat was getting a bit concerned.
Last summer, my landlady was excitedly explaining how great the view was going to be when she cut that tree down.
"There's really no need," I explained. "Just wait two months."
And so the ancient tree was saved, and quite lovely it is, as you can see, in a cold, depressing, lightless, dead-of-winter way.
(Belgian proverb: Snow in November, Christmas in December.)