Dark to light

I like noticing the small, slow changes of these times. A few days ago, I walked the girls home from childcare. It was dark. It was only 4:30pm. I talked about my excitement about the coming of light. Xmas lights. Over the past weekend, my neighbors have slowly been putting up lights. Even the smallest light fills me with joy as I walk past on these dark days. The ice and snow made me appreciative of my winter rain. It is safe. I know it. I can drive to snow in the mountains if I need it. I want it to stay there and not come to the lowlands. (Maybe occasionally, but definitely not in November. Snow is a December, Jan, or Feb event and should stay there.) In January, I will get my cherry blossoms. I’ve been watching the slow march of foliage (which is now mostly done). I missed the purple leaves of Wallingford this year. My September spider at my kitchen window came and went. Now the web is windblown and my spider friend is gone. Humming birds are starting to appear outside my window. Seasons are good and so is change. For light is coming. The light of Jesus’ birth. Time to wait.