the train may stop, but the line goes on

Another longest night past. I'm told it gets brighter from here, though.

Winter up north is better than winter in Vancouver. There's light, for one thing: less daylight but what there is is dazzling against the snow.

It's been a downhill slide since the equinox. Here's hoping it turns around.

The year past: Four of cups
The transition: Death
The year to come: Eight of pentacles, reversed

Well. Harsh and abrupt change, from a lack of foundation to a lack of ... foresight, maybe. Great.