In the northern hemisphere, we’ve actually passed the year’s longest day now. Every morning, the light will come a little bit earlier, and the dark will recede that bit sooner. It just doesn’t feel like it yet.
These final days of December can be tough. The excitement of Christmas has evaporated in a cloud of empty Quality Street wrappers, but the hopeful promise of a new year has not yet arrived. It feels like dead time, in which the only things to do are eat cold roast potatoes straight from the fridge and contemplate how little we achieved in 2016.
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