But high above the flying scud and dark-rolling clouds, there floated a little isle of sunlight, from which beamed forth an angel’s face; and this bright face shed a distant spot of radiance upon the ship’s tossed deck, something like that silver plate now inserted into Victory’s plank where Nelson fell. „Ah, noble ship,“ the angel seemed to say, „beat on, beat on, thou noble ship, and bear a hardy helm; for lo! the sun is breaking through; the clouds are rolling off- serenest azure is at hand.“
Herman Melville: Moby-Dick or The Whale
Schönes Wetter heute, Leute – irgendwann wird’s Frühling werden!