Here is the challenge: rather than shiver in fear at the ever-present dark, or whine about it one more second, take a walk in the early twilight and look for anything lovely. Enjoy it.
This was the view looking up at the sky at 3pm.
Walking through the neighborhood:
Even the mud puddles can join in the reflecting reflective fun:
One of the many local churches rises up from the houses. I don’t want to stop noticing that I’m surrounded by cool and interesting architecture, even when it’s ‘just’ the church on the corner I pass almost every day.
There are Christmas lights, but — maybe it’s just this neighborhood? — they are private. There’s a certain delight in wandering the streets and peeking in to windows to see trees and light displays. But the message is clear: family and friends only.
(Am I the only one thinking, “Knock knock mofo“?)
Well, that’s just random:
Love the car:
There’s a sense of ‘Anytown’ here — looks like any of a dozen towns I’ve visited or lived in — although I’ll point out that this is just before 4pm in the afternoon. I want to curl up with a hot cocoa or mulled cider, but it isn’t even close to dinner time yet.
At the top of this shopping street, a tree of lights:
Well, how did I do? I’m not sure I’ve embraced the eternal twilight of a British winter, but I had a cheerful walk and filled my cup with glittering twinkles and pretty shadows. Not bad. Solstice is two days away. I think I’ll make it.