Each morning, this time of year, the light is different. One moment, full sun. Then, you turn your back, and the darkness creeps in. A drizzling rain sometimes can bring such peace, the quiet rhythm of the drops a kind of blissful meditation. But too many days of darkness and I am yearning again for the light.
Moving away from brilliant fall into the season of winter, I flinch, anticipating the chill ahead. Last week, at the arboretum store, we picked up several candles--cinnamon and vanilla. We will bring the light indoors and with it the scent of late autumn. I don't know if it will be enough. But, ahead, there are holidays and family coming home and meals of warmth and comfort to sustain us--all small nuggets of the light we carry within.
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