[My mother taught me to love the unloved. She was really talking about outcast kids at school. But for complex reasons, I’ve come to cast a broader net: rattlesnakes and rainstorms, salamanders and stinging nettles; all garner at least my respect, if not outright love and admiration. In that contrarian spirit, while most people celebrate the “return of the light,” I’ll be stepping into the shadows to embrace the creative crush of winter darkness. The Light will be sweet when it finally arrives. “
Thanks for sharing this piece, Tom. I love your use of language!