The darkest night of a dark year

     It comes as no surprise that 2020 has been a dark and difficult year. A global pandemic and its economic fallout, a public extra-judicial execution leading to weeks of protests, gangs of armed thugs storming statehouses and threatening officials, the ugliest US election of my lifetime capped off with weeks of legal and extra-legal maneuvering by a vicious lame-duck president and threats of martial law. This year also brought the deaths of six former colleagues, three of them near my age, a former student, and two church friends. The day before Halloween, a friend died of Covid, and the list of those who have tested positive grows longer by the day. A few days ago, the son of an old friend finally succumbed to the progressive neurological illness that had been weakening him for decades. 2020 has brought a litany of losses.

    This year's winter solstice coincides with the great conjunction, the planetary lineup that has been called the Christmas Star. Many of us had hoped to head outdoors to see it, as we here in the Mid-Ohio Valley climb the Turtle Mound every year to view the solstice sunset as the Hopewell did. Unfortunately, today brought lowering clouds, rain, and what for a while sounded like ice pellets, so no stars or sunset have been visible. Today has indeed been a day of darkness, and tonight will be the longest night of the year.

    But the period of light begins growing longer tomorrow, even though our area is likely to be too cloudy for that astronomical fact to be evident. The various weather channels at least predict sun for Wednesday, with rain and snow expected to follow. And this is just December, so we can expect several more months of winter. 

Winter, of course, brings some gifts. The juncos are here, and there have been a couple of pine siskins at the feeder in the walled patio. Chickadees are omnipresent, and this downy is a regular visitor to the suet feeder.

    The major gift for all of us is the rollout of a vaccine for the novel coronavirus. People in the next county over are beginning to receive it, although our local hospital cannot manage the temperature control needed for the Pfizer and will have to wait for the less-fussy vaccine. As an under-seventy retiree, I will not be in the early groups to be vaccinated and will be spending the winter literally at home. That, too, is a gift. With no yard work to do for the next few months, I may finally sort through the last few boxes belonging to various deceased relatives, not to mention the last boxes of files and oddments brought from my campus office four years ago. The file cabinet purge and reorganization may finally be finished (just in time for another year's worth of records to need purging, no doubt). 

    Winter also brings time to just be, if we will let ourselves. That may be my next project.