The next day, though, is the first day of winter. By the time you leave work, there's very little light to hold onto.
Today, as I drove home from the grocery store, the early dark made me feel so tiny. In one day, the night grew so big that staring into it seemed endless. But there was something comforting about that. Like the darkness and the cold and the artificial heat on my toes and the Christmas music and the whole world were wrapping me up in a long, cozy hug.
I think the humility of winter is the counterpoint to the brazen pride of summer.