Coldest Night of the Year - Vashti Bunyan
Tonight is the darkest night of the year, not the coldest. Still, darkness makes the cold more acute. I'm back in Toronto for solstice, which is the same as it has been for a decade, a gift of constancy. Oh sure, that one year we watched the bonfire from the top of the public washroom and another we waved flags at the head of the parade and this year the kitchen is no longer bubblegum pink. Mostly, though, solstice is the same, familiar people
anchoring the season with lanterns and apple cider.