"What is so rare..."

. . . as a day in January?

"Then, if ever, come perfect days;

Then Heaven tries the Earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays;

And whither we look, and whither we listen,
We see Earth sparkle, and hear it glisten."

The sun is shining, come on, get happy! I woke up happy, with almost clear sinuses, able to hum a tune and speak without croaking. And the sun is shining with all his might. Makes you want to write a psalm of praise, or go back and read the ones that have already been written.