So that was December
The only way forward is upwards after the Winter Solstice...
December Dark days. Each morning we raise bedroom blinds on featureless grey skies. Indoors at noon we switch on lights, believe it’s bedtime at six. But this morning the architecture of trees sings out in bright air. Driving, we’re blinded by low sun dazzle on our suburban hill. The Hog’s Back raises blue layers above the horizon towards the distant coast. So that I believe again against the evidence of yesterday and despite tomorrow’s expectations — I believe the world is still turning and spring will come. Janice Dempsey (December 2025)
Beautiful!
Much needed sense of hope- thank you Janice - and wishing you both a happy new year xx