One midwinter evening, we left the dark city by train, feeling that daylight might never return.
A sombre bearded man whispered, ‘it was bearable when December was crazy bright.’
I sighed. The new regime disdained foolish colour in our monotone, efficient world.
Then, a robin red-breast appeared, singing.
Were we mad? In that moment, hope overcame fear.
The robin’s wings showered sparkles, the bearded man was suddenly jolly in red and I, garbed in silver, finding a song of love, flew on feathers of joy.
And outside, one by one, the dull world blazoned once more with rainbow lights.
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