This isn’t the shortest day, or longest night – just another twenty-four hours. This milestone serves its purpose – not to look at our calendars, but to look out the window and say ‘it’s winter now’ seems perverse when it feels like it’s been winter quite a while already.
Time moves along, inexorably, one day at a time. One becomes two, then three, then … see, you’ve caught on.
This season isn’t changing just before midnight tonight, marking today as the first day of winter – this movement from fall to winter isn’t a shift from warm to icy, from harvest moon to ice and snow. Any more than we shift from young to middle-aged, or from middle-aged to old overnight either. Tiny bits. Daily. Incrementally. Things change. Bye-bye fall. Hello winter.
I’m not surprised, I saw you coming.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -1C/29F, clear (yesterday’s Chinook swept all those clouds away), vigorous walk on soft snow – Gusta energetic, me even more (combo of a more tranquil tummy – fingers crossed – and extensive mall walking yesterday afternoon, I’m feeling lighter on my feet), traffic light as I expect many people aren’t working this week...
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