in The Dark of Winter

I woke last night to the sound of thunder

How far off, I sat and wondered.

Started humming a song from 1962

Ain’t it funny how the night moves

When autumn’s closing in.

Bob Segar

I remember listening to this song many years ago when it was first released. 

I was innocent, and in that innocence I was arrogant and naïve.  

Today, the complicated journey to adulthood has sharpened the point on which I balance.  My values have been sifted through and tested.

What remains is a moral compass that serves to guide and shape the remainder of my life. I am grateful for the experience I have gained.  I am eager to continue the journey and learn more.

I have earned every single wrinkle on my face.

And yet, on those dark nights I remember a time when I “didn’t seem to have as much to lose”.  

We are about to enter the darkest season of the year.  Every day a little more until we finally reach The Winter solstice on December 21.  The darkest day of the year.    “Night Moves”. 

I count the days until December 21 when the days start getting slightly longer.   

For me, the dreary season of winter is hard.  The darkness is hard.  The cold is hard.   2020 has been especially hard. But then again, sometimes life is hard. 

“Ain’t it funny how the night moves,

  when Autumn’s  closing in”.