Solstice
Can't sleep—have been sick all week, and although I've been getting gradually better, tonight my neck started hurting to the point that I can't find a comfortable position.
On the plus side, that means that I'm awake at almost Solstice time; it's just about 45 minutes from now. So figured I would take advantage of restlessness to do my traditional Solstice post just about on time.
Which is to say, here are my favorite lines from Susan Cooper's poem “The Shortest Day”:
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
(Link changed; the poem has apparently been removed from Ms. Cooper's website, which is where I usually link to it.)
This year, I have not been coping well with winter dark; I'm very glad that the days will be growing longer again.