It's sixteen miles to the promised land

In this arctic winter dark, the day has some light, more light than it did last year this time. It is beyond words, beyond most words what we experience here, how incompletely, how intensely, how easily forgetting the best times during the worst and the worst times during the best. We are creatures of the moment, passionate both in desperation and in joy. Ephemeral beings in an incomprehensible universe. But capable of love, of brilliance, bright flames flickering in the darkness.