The coming of winter in England was recently described to me as “the darkening of days.” That’s a phrase to strike fear in to anyone’s heart. Much less someone like me, who grew up reading spooky and magical stories like the Dark is Rising series. And Edgar Allan Poe. And Stephen King. And Shelley, and Lovecraft, and … you get the idea. The darkening of days — what could be next? Frozen moors, wild white chases under the moonlight, bright blood spilled on the snow?
I get carried away, sometimes.
This morning was the first I truly felt the reality of those dark days. At 7am it was still grim and dark outside, the thermometer had dipped below 40F, and I had to rouse the kids from bed for school. (This never happens. My kids are the ones who wake up at 5am, ready to go, every.damn.day.) The sky was still grim as we walked in to school and the wind nipped and bit at our ears and fingers. Winter. I get it.
It was one of those morning where only the routine we’ve been developing over the past several weeks got us going and out the door. The bright splash of my Christmas Cactus in the window at dawn helped.
Dark days worry me. I recently read Dark Matters by Michelle Paver and recommend it to anyone who likes the pants scared not just off them, but right out of the house, down the street, and hiding in a church. We throw our fears in to the dark, and who knows what might come out?
I’m getting carried away again. See what I mean?
Have a coffee, snuggle up with a book, and get ready for the dark. See you tomorrow.