The light!
It is a somewhat hazy morning; still we have light coming earlier - earlier today than yesterday. I can understand why primitive peoples in the north might celebrate the turn of the sun. Every morning now we are one sunrise closer to summer. A fellow at work said yesterday: "It's January - even if it gets nasty, how long can it last?" Well, I remember four or five years ago now three weeks of unrelieved 20+ below zero temperatures in January, so it could get nasty - though that's not likely. I shall enjoy this singular moment, and the next one, and the next.
There is sunlight like spilled cream on five black birds behind our house, where they sit atop the top branches of the tallest tree. Snow on the ice of the pond. The sun cannot yet reach down into the scoop of landscape this morning, so the snow is blue like cold skin. Color around the rim of earth, orange mostly, some pinkness. Today the flag at the cemetery flies from west to east. The temperature is about five degrees.
Why does the light this morning look so rich and thick? You want to sing.
Yet, the days grow steadily longer, a few minutes on each side. Even here, we are deprived of stasis, thrust into movement.
Posted by: poor_mad_peter | January 03, 2008 at 06:26 AM