Dear December, You’re the month of light-seekers and soul searchers, of night vision and stargazers. You shower us with heavenly meteors that make us believe in magic and angels and awe again. You’re the bonfires and fireplaces and firepits that tug on our DNA to remind us of the ancient cave days of community and safety and warmth. You’re the porch light pulling someone safely home, always on in our hearts for those we’ve lost or not yet found. You’re the Full Cold Moon that lingers on the horizon, reminding us that we live in mystery despite the blue light screens of constantly streaming information. You’re the candlelight that softens the edges of reality, the solstice summoning, the fireworks that drive out bad spirits. Dear December, in the deepest, bleakest, secret night, you turn on our lights, inside and out. XOXO Nikki
