Yes, I know. A day late - and likely a dollar short.
I blame the travel. Yesterday we flew across half the country, racing away from the sun. We took off in full sunshine and landed in full dark. In the land of my birth, it would have been full dark for more than an hour of the clock by the time we landed. It was dark enough for me not to feel homesick.
So, 'twas the solstice. The depth of Winter. The year's longest night. The year's shortest day - at least up here in the Northern hemisphere.
Yet the very word 'solstice' contains within it the name of our star, the sun. One can argue which came first - word or name. It doesn't matter.
The word looks forward. Therein is contained hope. In the depth of the night, the promise of light.
At the very least, the hope of light.
What a resilient species we are. Hopeful, despite our best efforts. Despite the darkness around, and within, us.
And therin lies the glory that we are.