Mid afternoon and it already feels like late evening as I trudge to the post box and round the block for my daily exercise. Street lamps throw down spotlights along the pavement like a theatre set. Thick tree silhouettes, blocking the glow from warm windows, push the illusion further into night.
But here and there, Christmas decorations have started to go up. One house and lawn, covered in white lights like a sequined dress, switched theirs on two weeks ago – which, to be honest, felt like an assault on my eyes as I drove home.
But it’s officially Advent as of today, even if it isn’t yet December. So now I don’t mind.
In fact, I rather welcome it.
In England we’re just coming the end of our second lockdown but the majority of us will still be living under significant restrictions. There will be a short lifting for 5 days over Christmas then back into restrictions for who knows how long. It’s been a grim year.
So we’re all clinging onto what traditions we can celebrate, what routines we can still practise.
We’re all longing for some familiarity, some normality.
We’re all craving some light, some hope.
These early lights are a declaration against the darkness. They are reminders that the story isn’t finished yet. They are pinpricks of gratitude among the loss.
They are pointers to the Promise that Christmas is all about:
“In him was life, and that life was the light of all humankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
(Linking with https://fiveminutefriday.com/2020/11/26/fmf-writing-prompt-link-up-grateful/ )