The room faced north, and was dreary despite three open-curtained windows. Trimming overgrown shrubbery let in a bit of sunshine. Clippers applied to thick overarching branches helped, too. Yet gloom persisted, even mid-day.
Then—a tree crew, with chainsaws. The scent of wood chips, the sound of logs thudding to the ground.
And light. Streaming, uninterrupted, cheerful, darkness-banishing light.
What’s casting shadows over your view?