Light, then dark, then light. I never doubt that light is transitory but in the darkness I wonder if the sun will ever return.
It does. Always. But this is the season of the winter solstice when it shines mainly on the other side of the world. Today there is no avoiding the tempest and the cold. Better to find a thick, warm blanket and wait for the storm to blow itself out.
Or alternatively I could go outside, close the door behind me and walk into the dark eye of it.