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.