When I was younger, the change in the seasons, and particularly in the hours of light always took me by surprise. I would notice how it got so very dark so very soon in December, and then suddenly in May, I would notice how it was light for hours.
I am surprised still, but in an entirely different way. I am surprised by how lifted up I am as I watch the sun in my office window in the morning, as I bask in the setting sun later and later at night. I marvel at the quality of light as it falls across my floor at home, as I bask in it sitting on my front porch in the evening.
I mourn the loss of the summer light, watching as the geese fly away, the snow swirls, the winter makes everything just a little bit harder. This time of year, as the days lengthen, I find a weight off my shoulders, I become just a bit more open, a bit more uplifted.
I stare out my window, thankful for the colours of a sunrise.
Beautiful. I noticed last night that the sun was returning to the north. Not enough to make me too sad yet, as we’re still in summer. But it was a little ominous. I should be glad though that you can take pleasure in this, as the seasons turn.
I keep coming back to this post. It’s beautiful. I have noticed it’s gradually getting a little lighter outside. Progress…!
By the way, there is a Valentine for you on my blog. 🙂