At last, the days are getting longer. It’s nearly 5:30 – dusk – and a tinge of gold still hovers off to the west, proof that sunshine was part of this winter day. The moon glows high in the sky, taking over where the sun left off. Stars are not far behind.
The fact that there is still a glimmer of daylight at 5:30 is nearly as thrilling as actually being able to see the sun, the moon and the stars. Not only are the days lengthening, but the clouds and rain are taking a break. At least for today.
In the morning, the sun will rise at 7:45. It will set at 7:58, 9 hours, 13 minutes and 5 seconds later, whether we can see it come and go or not. January 18th will be two minutes and one second longer than today. And so it will go, minute by minute, until the the light is victorious.
Today the view from my second story window is the jolt of hope I need to survive February and what’s left of January. It happens every year, when I least expect it: the sudden realization that winter will end and spring will emerge.
As the day fades into night, I am grateful. For the remnants of sunny skies. For the promise of more light, less darkness. And for the reliable rotation of the Earth, spinning us to a brighter place. At least for a while.