From 76e8e3e198a904eb9597789a8e8ed44f23602a62 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Thomas Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2025 17:15:12 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] blog: winter solstice 2025 --- .../blog/2025-12-21-winter-solstice-2025.md | 16 ++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 16 insertions(+) create mode 100644 src/content/blog/2025-12-21-winter-solstice-2025.md diff --git a/src/content/blog/2025-12-21-winter-solstice-2025.md b/src/content/blog/2025-12-21-winter-solstice-2025.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6807756 --- /dev/null +++ b/src/content/blog/2025-12-21-winter-solstice-2025.md @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +--- +title: Winter Solstice 2025 +date: 2025-12-21T17:14:44.703Z +slug: 2025-12-21-winter-solstice-2025 +author: Thomas Wilson + +--- +Last night was the longest night, and today was the shortest day (in this hemisphere at least). + +The past few years I have come to appreciate and acknowledge the solstices more. It's around this time that winter can start to feel just a bit... eternal? We're far enough away from daylight outside of working hours to remember any kind of pleasant balance; and we're staring down the socially and culturally barren months of early spring. It happens every year and, golly!, isn't it boringly uncontentious to say: but isn't it dark? + +I take the solstice as the moment to acknowledge that it doesn't _actually_ get any darker from here (at least for another six months). That might not feel true every day henceforth – a 15:59 sunset doesn't leave us with lavishly clement and accessible outdoor conditions – but it is getting better. + +Today I managed to get out on my bicycle for more than a sixty-minute ride (the Oxfordshire winds make for tough autumn conditions). Spending several hours surrounded by (largely dormant) nature is restorative. This evening I will be drinking mulled wine curtesy of Anna Jones (see: [*A Modern Cook's Year*](https://uk.bookshop.org/p/books/the-modern-cook-s-year-over-250-vibrant-vegetable-recipes-to-see-you-through-the-seasons-anna-jones/2612993)). I will be roasting some parsnips, a cook-from-frozen Yorkshire pudding (I'm not spending the shortest day on from-scratch puds), and toasting in gratitude and excitement for everything that has happened, or will happen, between the two nearest summer solstices. + +Whatever you celebrate at this time of year (Divine intervention; objective planetary movements), take some moments to celebrate it. \ No newline at end of file