My Shortest Day

I look up at the night sky on my shortest day...

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Each day the sun begins its journey across the sky at a different place. Today the south pole of the earth is tilted most towards the sun which shines least upon my place on the world. At mid-summer and mid-winter the sun reaches its furthest point of its rising along a line of travel on the horizon.

For me it is winter solstice. In the southern hemisphere it is summer solstice. My view is from the place of my being. My shortest day is someone's longest, my darkest hour, their brightest.

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The text above is an extract from my collected thoughts With and Alone.

This work may also be viewed at Encyclopedia Utopia with poetic text.