During the
longer winter nights, curling up on the sofa under blankets, it’s easy to lapse
into quiet contemplation. Nearing the winter solstice, I thought about where my
life had led me over the last twelve months, in particular my writing life. Waiting
for the slow lengthening of days seems akin to watching an egg-timer; with each
grain of sand that falls from top to bottom, a moment has passed. I thought
about all the moments I could remember from the year and decided to share some
of them.
