My scientist cousin gives a long explanation for why this is the start of winter and not, say, a couple weeks ago when the first real snow fell.
For the first time in years, though, this shortest, darkest day of the year snuck up on me. I usually am acutely attuned to the diminishing daylight.
Am I more content this year? Hardly. Busier? Yes. Less aware of the natural world? Also affirmative.
Yet my soul is less dark than recent past years. No small part of which has been transferring some of my lifelong sexual fantasies to the printed e-page.
May the coming days be brighter, beyond merely in daylight.
Happy Holidays to all my online friends and readers.
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