7:00 am PST – I can still see the stars. Two outside my window. It is dark.
8:00 am PST – The dawn has come. Everything is grey. The mountains stand out like black sentinals against this sombre backdrop. I have not seen the sun.
9:00 am PST – Clouds have broken. The sun is high already, but glowing through cracks in between puffy white and blue sky. The valley is turned yellow with light. Morning has come.
Welcome to the shortest day. The first of winter. We come in to the center and get closer, closer, closer to new birth. A new year. A new page of the records we keep.