Between the cold dark edges it was a bright blue day – the light was winter-sharp, there was no wind, the sun was warm. And now spring is on the way. There is something unique about the light from now until the end of first week of January, whether one is in the northern or the southern hemisphere. I used to think everything looked so good (in the south, that is) because it is high holiday time there, like August in Europe, and that I was looking at the world through holiday-tinted eyes (and I don’t mean sunglasses). But that’s just a red herring, I’ve realised. The light really doesn’t happen like that at any other time of year. Like what? Impossible to say – stretched? Whatever it is, its euphoria-inducing, and those ten days or so are precious because of it.
In the northern-north the darkness has its own kind of beauty at this time and then it fades from deep velvety black to monotonous dull grey – day in, day out. But in the southern-north there are many days like these.
As I mentioned, spring is coming.