I’m a slow learner, perhaps. But it’s only in the past few years I’ve learned to look for the turn. It’s that time of year when we begin to regain daylight. Sometimes only seconds a day — but I’ll take them.
Today was the first day I noticed. It’s almost not worth mentioning. Except that it is.
The Winter Solstice was December 21st, the shortest day of the year. Slowly, ever so slowly, the sun is setting later and rising earlier It’s only a minute or two here and there. But at some point, it matters.
This morning, it mattered to me. Maybe because it’s been so gray and snowy lately. Maybe because I’ve been in a slump, my mood matching the weather. This morning when I was served up some sunlight with my coffee, I let out a whoo-ooop! It was weak sunlight. But it was sunlight, all the same.
Our days are all too short — in this North Country season as in life. We have to discipline ourselves to look for the bright spot. To find the light. And to share the joy!