So, a sunflower. Not actual sun, of course, because that would be way too summery and lord knows we don't do summer here in the 'Bu. Not any more. Now we channel Portland and Greenland and Mordor with all the gloom and gray and heavy foreboding skies.
And yes, that is a bit of blue sky in the photo because for about 15 minutes, before the marine layer that had rolled out to sea rolled right back in again, it was sunny. Birds sang. The angels wept.