it’s december. it’s the month when the incursion of darkness reaches oppressive fullness, before finally, mercifully, beginning its slow retreat into light. the month when the totality of the previous 364 days is totted up, weighed and measured against the frayed dreams of a previous year, before ticking over a fresh new page of hope. it’s the month when old things die and new things are born into being. it’s the month when i shed one number and turn to meet the next – last year’s version is no more and the new me is not, in fact, newer, but rather older.

new into old into new is an improbably miraculous sort of alchemy – and yet it happens every year.

but like an unexpected bloom in winter, it never fails to take my breath away.

loney, dear – warm, dark, comforting night

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