Hi all, December already: the darkest month of the year for those of us in the northern hemisphere. It’s 4:30 here and already the sun is down and the trees are black silhouettes against a dull blue world. If it’s not raining (or snowing), it’s cloudy. If it’s not dark, it’s about to be. If it’s day, it won’t be for long. I’m not complaining (much); Christmas is an excellent up side. But doesn’t it feel a little isolating to be in the dark all the time? To be sitting at home with tea and a view out the window marred by your own reflection, waiting with bated breath until a reasonable hour to go to bed? Or is that just me?
You are bringing me to poetry 😊