typewriter museum

Taking Stock Last night was the winter solstice. Midwinter, the shortest day, the longest night. The ancient astronomers saw the solstice as the moment the sun stood still. A long, winter’s night that even before it finishes, has given birth to the slow climb back toward longer days and a more fiery sun. The Gemini twin-heads of endings and beginnings are on my mind as I write, waiting for the sun to come up. This year, I […]