What a beautiful notion, a recovered joy, and as a description for the reappearance of the sun’s warmth! It reminds me of Vasily Grossman’s description of the rising sun being like a burst of hope.
May you be sun-blessed with recovered joys and bursts of hope.
‘The sun was hidden for a moment, and then shone out warm again like a recovered joy.’
Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 337
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