It'll be tough to tell for a while, even for those paying attention. As everyone has their own burdens,
most won't notice right way.
But the world has turned yet again. Be certain of it.
From here until the apex of summer, each successive day adds a
precious second or two of daylight, until the shortest night is ushered in
by riotous cicada song and everyone eats.
So we must now dig in against the brutal cold and face the bitter wind. The world has turned on its tilted (not to say crooked) axis. Better days are coming. The trick is to get there
reasonably intact.
Where there's will
there's a way, so they say.
I'd prepped a stunning image of an abandoned farmhouse about half
buried in snow, surrounded by black skeletal trees under a cold blue sky. Then
I found this and figured probably, most of us have seen about enough wreckage for one year.
The best of a dark season to us all.
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