The 21 December is officially my least favourite day of the year, but at the same time, in a strange way, also my favourite.
Being the shortest day in terms of daylight hours, it is inherently depressing and barely worth getting up for.
But it also marks the point from when the days will begin to get longer. Imperceptibly so at first, I grant you, but it is the principle that matters. It is the beginning of the end of the gloom, the start of light coming back into our lives, the idea that there might be things to look forward to on the horizon. Read the rest of this entry »