A bad day in progress.

The inevitable rant is under a cut, because I'm trying to minimise negativity on this thing, but I need to vent a little.

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The sight of a city you love bathed in bright light for the first time in far too long. Shadows stretching across well known knooks and crannies in finely carved limestone but nowhere else, people smiling as they down the street, rather than grimacing in the cold wet air. They walk differently too, heads up, looking around, taking in the sights, and those around them. Engaged with the world, no longer drawn in on themselves and hibernating their way through winter on the inside of their heads, even as their feet keep walking.

Spring is not yet here. But we appear to be waiting and poised to fling open the door once it is.