Samhain and time
The dark evening have come. The Celtic month of Samhain has been reached; the month of the dead in which the days grow ever shorter. It is not hard to see how those in former times dreaded the dark months, those times when even the daylight is not much more than a grey gloominess.
A friend once complained that winters here were so much darker than in Ontario, her home for decades. It was a baffling comment, the latitudes are not so different. “How so?” I asked. “The daylight hours …