Today is the official Beginning of Winter. We celebrate after the traditional fashion of our ancestors,
dancing at midnight,
clad only in moonlight;
many a child was conceived on this day. (And they grow up with magic in their eyes.)
Covertly, we rejoice for a subterranean reason: that while, nominally, this marks the onset of winter winds and bitter chill, astronomically it ushers in rather that annual apocatastasis, whereby the days begin once again to lengthen, creeping towards the equinoctial equilibrium of spring, and onwards towards their eventual estival-solstitial apotheosis.
Here, to form a pair, is our salute to the Solstice of Summer: