It has been raining in the night the haar lingers in the bay, but I can see clouds breaking up, the sky hides the nascent sun. Morning coffee is a must. The air is chilly he leaves the terrace. He looks out of the window in his study and looks at a subdued street suffering under the pandemic. It is a sad moment of the day like it was hesitant to begin. Then he sees green shoots on a tree and knows he will live and love a bit longer.