This bright yellow ball pushed through our sky here in Stockholm yesterday. It seemed familiar, as though something from a long time ago, back when we didn’t wear coats. Some people called it “The Sun.” I said the sun is just a myth. I know nothing but clouds and gray. There might have been something called a sun way back in September, maybe even October. But it left us and I haven’t seen it for months. Until yesterday. Is it still around? Does it still exist? It could have all been a dream.
