It was 10:45am on Jan. 29th, 2016. I was right outside the Spiegel Theater and seated on a bench when it struck.
The sky was clouded over with blueish clouds, and the sun broke through the clouds. It broke through right behind the very tip of a lamp post. Accordingly, from where I sat, it looked like the lamp post’s tip was surrounded by this circle of light and possibly emitting it. This light highlighted and gave great clarity and crispness to the edges of the tip of the lamp post.
The light was majestic in this moment. It came forth like a powerful wave crashing down on the beach or the whirl of a bullet heading towards its target. It broke through the wall of blueish, bleak clouds to shine forth in brilliant, bright contrast to the surrounding sea. It was like a light at the end of a tunnel: the hope in a world of gloom. The whitish sun was harmonious with the snow on the ground and shown like the empress of all things on top of the lamp post. It was the throned and treasured embodiment of hope. With its fierce and sudden glow, the sun claimed it could melt the snow, massacre the clouds, and restore the world to warmer weather days. The lighting reflected this resilience, this willingness to fight, and, above all things, this feeling of hope which motivated the “never give up” attitude of the sun. The elegance of hope and bravery colored and brightened the lighting of the sun at 10:45am on Jan. 29th, 2016.