The sun is setting as I write this. It’s twenty minutes after four. The sun rose at 7:20 am. The first day of winter, the shortest day of the year.
After I post this I’ll be going into the barnyard where I’ll light the wood I’ve been collecting since the summer to make a bonfire. I’ll get to watch the day fade to darkness and see the moon rise over the treetops. Jon will join me for a while, but I always want to stay out longer than him. And I always wonder, since I enjoy it so much, why I don’t have fires more often.
I think this time I’ll howl at the moon and see if I can get Fate to join me.