Tonight is the night before the longest night in the year.
War has come to the centre of my consciousness, people are hungry and unhomed and unwelcome, the temperature is rising, they are fracking beneath the English National Parks. Hate-filled rhetoric seems to have the loudest voice.
But, the white hyacinths are just about to blossom.
Tonight, I had a conversation about love with a couple of people I hold dear.
We hold the light in the midst of darkness.