After the Longest Night the Light Returns


Last night was the longest night of the year, the winter solstice.

Yesterday, being oddly cooperative, was an extremely gray, dark, depressingly chilly day. Today, also being strangely, uncannily cooperative, dawned beautifully sunny and warm(er). The light increases from here, our days lengthen; the sunny day felt like a wonderful reminder to this SAD afflicted poet.

And yet, despite being over the hump of the shortest day of the year, our weather here in the Northeast US is only going to get worse from here despite the deceptively sunny day we had today.


So once again, I am reminding myself I can handle this. That our winters here are only a few months of ice and snow (January and February) and that March should begin to see the real turn in the year. That this is not Toronto, where winter (as I define it) lasts from November to April, at least.

I know there are people who love this winter weather. I am not one of them. But I can handle this.



After even the longest night, the light returns. Always and ever.

And after the longest day, the night returns. Always and ever.


This is the truth of our days here on earth.