It was a whirlwind of joyful dinners with friends and mournful remembrance. I didn’t feel the usual bubbly excitement until the last moment. I was immune to the lights and the scents and the sounds. A combination of life and health and ugh piled up so that it didn’t hit me until the solstice that the year was about to end.
Solstice is my new year – the point when things change with the coming of longer days (thank goodness!). It felt like waking up, getting out from under the wet blanket of Before.