Once upon a time, I lived in the Arctic where, during the winter, it was dark for nearly 30 days. Clocks seemed useless, although most of us lived by the clock, but in what, at times, seemed like slow motion. Finally, after the long dark siege, the truant sun clipped the horizon on the 6th of January.
Watching the sun sneak a peek at the world at approximately 1:45 p.m. on Jan., 6th was a welcome sight. It made me feel giddy, relieved, and sent my spirit soaring. And even though it was beyond cold, almost everyone came out to celebrate the Sunrise.
Standing on the frozen Mackenzie River in the dark, cold air, I distinctly remember watching a dizzying array of fireworks ignite the sky--fireworks that, for me, never looked so magnificence, nor boomed with more applause.
Enjoy the light that lingers...
And have a Happy Valentine's Day!
That love is all there is
Is all we know of love
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.
Emily Dickinson