It’s the winter solstice and I’m high on Scottish moors, transfixed by the ever-changing light on this stormy day. It’s the weather of alerts and advisories, the season for unsettled conditions and wide-ranging disruption.
This story includes a poem called For Light, by John O’Donohue. You can find it in his collected works, To Bless the Space Between Us.
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