November

I'm glad December has arrived. I sometimes feel rootless in November, especially since Dad died, and even with the cold and wind and ice, it feels good and right to have a season set off with sharp delineation.

Advent is upon us, and so a fresh year begins, with Light quietly waiting for us in the dark.

From tonight's reading:

Awake thou that sleepest, 

and arise from the dead, 

and Christ shall give thee light.