Happy Solstice!

On our way back home from picking up my Dad at Penn or Christmas shopping in Center City, I liked to look out the window and see the icicles emerging from the wet rocks on Lincoln Drive. They looked so magical. I liked the subtle beauty of browns, grays and whites. So different from the bright colors of Christmas. More about the life that lay dormant, yet powerful, under the surface. Life that would always prevail.  Even its wintry disappearance seemed a kind of mocking of darkness. “You may not see me now”, it sang in its low bass. “But I am always here and I will show myself to you soon enough. Have faith, child.”

 

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