They say the days are getting longer, and if that’s true, the days are bringing with them only more dark, gray, cloudy sky. Not really the hopeful picturesque turnout those daylight counters were going for.
He’s sick and she’s sick, across the ocean from each other, illness in time and space, illness in people, illness in us, anew. This new year stepped across the clock with a bang – so many fireworks. Think of all the people cheersing their gathered ones, marking a new time, throwing things into the air and scaring various wildlife. Here we are, together still, in our little places, with our little shoes, throwing fire, facing down time in awe and celebration, counting the moments of sunshine.