It was raining as I left home. When I got to Arlanda, the airport north of Stockholm, it was snowing. When I came to Paris, it was rain there was well. And as the TGV train rolled south, the rain continued. But in Lyon I saw some block of flats on a hilltop, and the top of the houses were sunlit. As the trained continued through the Rhône valley, the clouds dispersed entirely. Right now I am outside the TGV station in Avignon, it's 18°C and the sun is shining. What does it matter that the area is dull, and that I have to wait for two hours to a bus to Arles? After a cold and hard winter with far too much snow, this was exactly what I needed. By the way, the clock in the picture is not correct; it has not been adjusted to daylight savings time. (This was the first day for DST this year.)