| On December 21st, snow may fall or not or the sun may shine nice and warm winter silence as a stillness wrought like a calm before the storm In the midst of holiday tidings nature does just what it will it does not have false bindings that give humans such a thrill Whether icy hills beckon or balmy winds stir the season calls to reckon tales that still endure You can put that elf on the shelf and wait cheerfully for Santa but nature is just itself without the fancy banter Some like to do rituals to mark this sacred time it can be deeply spiritual to ring some Solstice chimes It is a moment to reflect about days gone past and memories one did collect that seem to last and last. |