At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about the Solstice – down here being the winter solstice.
“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.” Anton Chekhov
Solsticity The illusion of time is etched as chronicles under twelve beautiful pictures, and there is a still-point right in a determined middle. I looked at this point today, of all days, knowing that this is the turning of perpetual rhythm. This is life, a moving in and a moving out, a drawing close and a moving away, a finely reciprocated ritual mirrored exactly as if dancing inward and outward movements. As I reflected on this it appeared in my mind as upward and downward movement, as if ascending and descending stairs, a close representation of Escher's fine…
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