It’s that time of year.
Right now, it’s 4 in the afternoon and the sun is already low on the horizon. At 7 in the morning it’s still dark and I curl up, pull the covers protectively over my ear, and dissolve into one more dream sequence.
The deepening darkness awakens a thirst for the light. I have unpacked my crêches and put them on display, surrounded by candles. Advent is a celebration of the birth of the Light into a world of shadow.
I hold a warm cup of tea, sip, and savour this season and the perspective it invites.