Not to go all Nell deGrasse Tyson on you, but because of the tilt of the sun in its orbit, Dec 21st is the longest night. It’s also the shortest day, unless you are waiting for the L-Train. Though we pick up just one minute a day for the next seventeen days, I begin almost immediately to insist to anyone who will listen that it is lighter longer.
The world judders on its axis of Medieval; teeters toward some dank Dark Age. This Winter Solstice, get back to your ancestry dot com pagan roots, light a bonfire, and whoop it up. Next day, after you sober up, sign up to work in the Midterm elections. Insist that we turn toward the light.