Winter Moon of the Winter Solstice
Well. Here we are. Forced to go on with the mundane and the profound, the profane and the sacred with no surcease from an apocalypse. Eschatologists take note: another in a long line of misses.
We now have articles in the newspaper debating the pros and cons of our weakening winter season. There is no doubt that the ease of travel is a marked pro. But the cons pile up faster than little snow, big snow. No majesty out the window. No sense of special endurance, Minnesota macho. No chance to spend time in the woods on snow shoes or cross-country skis. Of course, that brings me to another pro: no snow-mobiles driving across our front yard.
Now that winter the holyday has come upon us Christmas cannot be far behind. And, in fact, it lies out there, next Tuesday. We have no tree, no decorations, no Christmas music here. The menorah is put away until next year. My holiday seasonal spirit has more to do with darkness that it does lights and presents. Definitely an alt-holiday experience here in the outer burbs.
Can any reader predict the next end of the world? I mean, what will we fret about next?
