There's probably a limit, though, because it is also hard to work when the sun is hot and fierce. But here, in the 5 degree weather, it is a joy.
Something similar happens when I look at the shelter. In the sunlight, when there are sharp shadows and the brick glows orange, I am proud of it. I can believe that it is expressive and possibly beautiful.
When it is grey, though, especially when I am cold and tired and working close to the joints, I can't help but think it dull and awkward.