Monday, December 21, 2015


Soon, kiddies, soon, the daylight will return. Infinitesimally at first, a few seconds gained at sunset, but lost again at sunrise.

But slowly, slowly, as we burn more candles and watch our stockpile of winter socks dwindle in the drawer, until we have no choice but to pull on the flimsy cotton anklets and declare it spring, the sun will wrench itself free of the frozen horizon. The corner will turn and this winter solstice day - an agonizing 8 hours and 39 minutes shorter than its summer counterpart - will be but a chilly memory.

In the meantime, please pass the shortbread.


John Mutford said...

Oh crap! There's a seasonal cutoff for anklet socks?

(Btw, thank-you for the Christmas Card!)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

If you are north of 60, John, you are allowed to wear ankle socks all year, as well as white after Labour Day.

Dale said...

Toward the light! Always! Almost always.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Except when the fellow in the light is wearing a halo, Dale. In that case, run fast in the other direction.

Dale said...

That's my 'almost' hahaha.