So the world didn't end after all - hope you didn't sell all your belonging to move into a bunker.
Instead we saw the turning of the seasons in the Winter Solstice and we can look forward to a few more minutes of light each day.
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| Snowfall. Photo by Vicki Michels |
The stag bells, winter snows, summer has gone
Wind high and cold, the sun low, short its course
The sea running high.
Deep red the bracken; its shape is lost;
The wild goose has raised its accustomed cry,
Cold has seized the birds' wings;
Season of ice, this is my news.
- Irish poem, 9th Century
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