(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective … or is that the larger perspective in the smaller moments? You write, too.)
When the Winter Solstice hit us last month, my wife made note that the days would start getting longer again. Then I forgot. Yesterday, I noticed, and remembered. I was driving my son to track practice at a time about 30 minutes later than usual, and the day still had light. A few weeks ago, we would have been drenched in the dark of the short day/long night.
I pointed this out to my son — this observation of more daylight — and he looked out the window of the car, nodded, and that was that. But I kept my eye on the trees, the lawns, the people, the clouds across the blue sky. It’s still the heart of winter, no doubt, but the day pushing itself larger is a sign that somewhere down the road, spring awaits us.
And there will be plenty of sunshine and daylight to see it.
Peace (in the view),
I’m clinging to this notion: It’s still the heart of winter, no doubt, but the day pushing itself larger is a sign that somewhere down the road, spring awaits us. I cannot wait for more sunshine in the days to come!
Love this line, “…but the day pushing itself larger is a sign…” Great small noticing. Love the way you turned it into a sign of hope.
I look forward to all those moments of daylight in the future.
I live for the moment when I start noticing more light in winter. Even a second more can brighten my mood.