|Obviously not Winnipeg|
The light dribbles away in fall a trickle at a time. Each day, another few seconds, a minute, is lost. It erodes gradually as a tide of darkness slowly encroaches on the day.
And then Christmas comes. The twinkling lights provide a welcome distraction from the ebbing daylight.
But the return of the light. That comes back in fistfuls.
In the midst of frigid January, suddenly, one realizes the light is returning. Even as the mercury reaches its lowest, the hope of spring beckons as daylight hours stretch out longer and longer.
The winter wind may howl, the temperature may dip again and again after the false promise of spring, but the light tells the truth: warmer days are coming. And it does so generously, glopping out bigger portions of daylight each day.