It happened so fast, the light leaving.
It was a slow fade, at first, with the late afternoon sun casting weaker beams in the sky. And then, like a candle snuffed quietly, the sun disappeared and one day we found ourselves eating dinner in the inky blackness. That first darkened night we huddled around the table and felt a keen need to draw closer, to touch shoulders, to clasp hands.
The hushed darkness of winter will do that to you. Pull you in.
And although the earth spins faithfully and the calendar responds in turn, even though I know this cycle by heart, I am still surprised by its steadfastness. The resoluteness of time can grate painfully across this fickle heart of mine and my grandest intentions often fall like cinders from the flame that frames each season.
The passing of years does not always equate an increased wisdom and some lessons wrap themselves in new skin and walk themselves into my days.
My latest lesson wears the skin of a baby...