And suddenly after months of floundering, it arrives - a corner around which something else will happen. A boundary between the way things are here, and how they will be after.
I still know nothing of the separating event. I cannot see the turn or the angle of light once turned.
But there is a corner where none existed before.
And that is soul-filling enough to grow patience and gratitude for the time to enjoy the sun here, now, before the turn.