Solstice

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel, is the opening line from Neuromancer.

Today was one of those days here in Sweden—a leaden sky of static, flat light without shadows and only the greying snow on the ground providing light.

A perfect day and perfect place for the Solstice. Shortest day of the year, with the sun hidden behind the white noise of the clouds, powerless to penetrate.

Took my parents’ dog for several walks today, enjoying the cold and dreariness, watching the huddled people scurrying to wherever they were going.

Tomorrow things turn around; the days get longer and the nights shorter. But today it was dark.