There's something comforting about the early onset of the season's darkness. Something oddly familiar - perhaps. Or - perhaps something strangely new.
It's the end of looking outwards..and the beginning of looking in. So easy to disappear.....to walk on silent tiptoe..and never seen. To get lost in quiet thoughts.
There's something about the warmth of the lamp. A welcoming night guide. A friend.
Yes - it's dark...and it's going to get darker each and every day until we begin to turn things around. But somewhere in there...in the quiet blackness...there is always - I have to remind myself - a light to be found.