The longest day and the slow start of sadness.

Just as my hope starts to grow again at the winter solstice then the longest day always fills me with a little sadness.

Tomorrow there will be just a little less daylight. The long slow gradient towards the darkness has begun.The cold of winter doesn’t bother me. It is the darkness. The short days. It gets to me.

As I write this the sun is setting.

Tomorrow it will not be as strong.

Our ancestors knew what was important.

We all need the light.