The shortest day of the year was characterized by:
...an early, too early, cheaper awakening. That's because I couldn't really tell if the sun had risen or was only about to rise. Cloudy skies mess with your senses in that way.

...breakfast.

...writing. I had an inspired moment at 4 a.m. A story spilled out of me quickly, fluently. I worked all day to edit and improve it.
I thought I saved it.
I hadn't saved it.
I flushed it down with my little trash icon and even Ed's heroic efforts failed to fully restore what I had single handedly thrown away.
Come evening, I had wanted to bring to your attention the moment the sun disappeared below the horizon, but 1. it was so early that I forgot to pay attention (4:26 p.m.) and 2. it was too cloudy to catch anyway.
But, here's the thing -- in the evening, the pregnant couple came over for supper and even though this truly is the shortest post on this shortest day, I can't help but recall that moment of radiance when they walked in.

Short post, short day, full heart.