sliding toward darkness.


This morning Atticus started crying when he saw me because I was in my bathrobe, already showered. “I wanted to see your pajamas!” he wailed. When I tried to soothe him and ask him why, he said, “Pajamas are better and I wanted to see them!” Eventually we realized that he was upset because it was still dark outside but we were getting ready to go. I held him in my lap and tried to explain the solstice, that this is the hardest week of the year for those of us who like sunshine. We are sliding toward darkness but next week the days will start lengthening again.

Here we are again, in the darkness. Waiting for the light.

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