The shortest day, when it is dark for the longest
Never lasts
Ironic that because of the darkness, the day seems longer.
The darkest days of my life always seemed to last forever
Until they were over. Now, as I am older, they were short days. And in those dark days, light is a treasure.
Knowing that there is light is a joy.
They were the solstices of experience.
And there have been bright days that lasted so long.
Life is marked by solstices
And equinoxes—when the dark and light in our lives balance each other out.
Our memories edit the length of such days,
And that is a grace.
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