Wednesday, December 24, 2014

nights drawn in

It was the winter solstice on Sunday, the shortest day of the year.

That reminds me of a grumble I read somewhere recently. The author was complaining that within a day or two of the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, he was bound to encounter some glass-half-empty sour-puss who, determined to suck all the joy out of life (he may not have used those exact words) would mournfully remark that the 'nights were beginning to draw in.'*

In the spirit of glass half-full cheerfulness, may I be the first to remark that isn't there a grand stretch to the evenings, now?+

*for those unfamiliar with this particular expression, it means that the days are starting to become noticeably shorter.

+which, translated, means that the days are getting longer.

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