Solstice

Friday, December 22. Tonight, I relit my solstice and Christmas candles and as I did, I thought of a young man named Mark and his mother, Darlene. I do not know them, but I lit my candles for them. I learned about this family via Bronxbt and Jack. And so now I post the link for any of you who might follow it and leave your good thoughts and energy on a stranger's blog. Long ago, in this very season, a woman and her son were befriended by strangers. This is a Christmas tale. http://dailydotes.blogspot.com/.

The dead of winter. The dark of night. No moon. Only clouds. And rain pelting the street.

Outside, the lights twinkle on the balcony. Inside, the candles flicker in their votives.

I have grown impatient with the short days and eager for this, the darkest, longest night of winter to arrive. Let the dark have its full. It has reached its zenith and has only tonight to revel in its inky blackness before the scarcely perceptible light begins to make its move and shift the balance.