Happy Winter Solstice (the world didn't end after all)

So the world didn't end after all - hope you didn't sell all your belonging to move into a bunker.

Instead we saw the turning of the seasons in the Winter Solstice and we can look forward to a few more minutes of light each day.

Snowfall. Photo by Vicki Michels

The stag bells, winter snows, summer has gone 

Wind high and cold, the sun low, short its course 

The sea running high. 

Deep red the bracken; its shape is lost; 

The wild goose has raised its accustomed cry, 

Cold has seized the birds' wings; 

Season of ice, this is my news. 

                               - Irish poem, 9th Century