January 24th – But of course, the crippling thing about this time of year is that there’s great optimism in the morning light, when one can actually see the dying of winter.
But when the dark repossess the day on the way home, it feels like deepest winter again: Which being in January as we are, it actually is.
The persistence of the night – like here in Green Lane, Walsall Wood – is sobering, depressing, but essential. The dark may be retreating. But we’re a ways away from the death yet. We must keep pushing, keep going.
Until the persistence is no more. For another season.