And the shortest day came, and the year died. And everywhere down the centuries of the snow white world Came people singing, dancing, to drive the dark away.
I caught these photos while driving home from the North. These are the days of mystery! Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, when the darkness looms and the day is its shortest. It is time to carry that light inside, and prepare for the coming of our King.
Above, your dose of cuteness for the week! This time of year is usually my favorite. But it seems somehow way too hectic this year. Time for the tao of tea, quiet, and misty cold mornings. If you're looking for a good book, try The Road. Although it is difficult and painful, I believe it is worth the strain. Cormac M. speaks the language of beauty.