Solstice

What a wonderful gift! I woke up this morning to increasing daylight. Admittedly, it is only a few seconds, but the psychological value of those seconds is enormous. When I worked for the F.A.A. in Anchorage, I always exclaimed on December 22nd about the increasing daylight. My co-workers would roll their eyes and say, “You can’t tell the difference of just a few seconds.” It was a standing joke. But there is something wonderful about knowing the daylight is increasing. We’re heading towards summer and the growing season once again. But, wait! That means planting and weeding and mowing and…arrgghh! I think I’ll just light a candle, sit by the fire and enjoy the darkness a little longer. The cycles continue and it is good—here, now.

winter sunrise

winter sunrise

About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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