My brother’s birthday is on the winter Solstice. When we were kids my siblings and I would tease him that his birthday was the shortest day of the year. Ha!
But truth be told, the winter Solstice is one of my favorite days of the year. The coming of the light. What could be better?
Today I walked home from work in the waning light of our shortest day and was amazed by the exquisite beauty everywhere.
Conditions for my walk were perfect: a fresh dusting of snow to make everything picture pretty, 20 something temps for a crisp, brisk feeling, no wind and the uniquely mesmerizing light of early evening on Solstice Day. I started out tired after working the retail holiday crush all day but as I looked around and felt the invigorating air, my spirits picked right up, as did my energy level.
My two miles took me through a quiet, hushed tree-filled park dusted in white, over a snow covered wooden bridge crossing the creek, by a hill full of noisy, boisterous kids sledding and near a neighbor gleefully playing fetch with her dog. It felt as if I was walking through a series of winter-y postcard scenes.
And tomorrow we wake up to a longer, lighter day- and to official winter. Happy Solstice to you.
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