Last night ….
The shadows were
Tall as steeples
Covering the width of the street
Writing the script of a story frozen in time
Asphalt held its breath for the return of the day
And for the frost to fly
But look
The night may have been long
And the darkness intense
But isn’t it a womb
As shadows reached their limita and failed
This morning the sun…
The shy astronomer
Began its long walk back
From dawn ro dusk
One colorful stroke at a time
We are at the hinge of the year
The Great pendulum shudders at the end of its arc
Cheerfully singing to the long walks of the sun
We welcomed a new solar cycle and the slow return of longer days.
A breathtaking reminder that even after the deepest darkness, the light always finds its way back.
