The longest night, following the longest day – at least it felt like that. I feel a bit unmoored from calendars and watches just now, having made a deliberate choice to shut off most of my interaction with the world until the end of the month. Still, I imagine the same relief I feel at the end of the day, when the sun finally releases its hold and we can forget all that happened and just go to bed – I imagine the same relief was felt by those in far northern climes, frozen and dark, the day they realized was the last long night, and things would get shorter – clearer – brighter after that. Here’s to the days ahead, becoming clearer and brighter.
stemming the tide
hail, sol invictus
which halts encroaching darkness
bringing back the light
unmoored,
yet anchored–
light
Ah, I like that.