Wolfbane by C.M. Kornbluth

Citizen and Citizeness Roget Germyn walked down Pine Street in the chill and dusk of -- one hoped -- a Sun Re-creation Morning.

It was the convention to pretend that this was a morning like any other morning. It was not proper either to cast frequent hopeful glances at the sky, nor yet to seem disturbed or afraid because this was, after all, the forty-first such morning since those whose specialty was Sky Viewing had come to believe the Re-creation of the Sun was near.