Today I had a conversation with a friend, one of those exchanges that searches into forgotten places.
It was about how we love the dark,
and the way it holds so many secrets.
From the perspective of the darkness, the world outside changes shape.
The winter hills are sleeping,
as somewhere, in the stillness of winter solstice, the sun turns away from its trajectory of loss,
and a promise is seeded, of something new and glorious being birthed from the depths.
Happy solstice to you all, whether you are in the depths of winter, or in the brilliance of full summer.
Across the world, we are linked.