The solstice past, daylight starts returning to us, day by day, a few minutes at a time. I reach for it without thinking, turning my face to the light like a sunflower.
With the leaves gone, the skeletons of winter trees (here in Battery Park) make it clear how their entire existence is that same reaching for the light.
Beautiful. Thanks, Sunflower-Kathy. Will you be home tomorrow? We'd love to chat.
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Elisa