More often than not the Christmas Season presents itself with less desirable weather - at least in the more southerly regions of Sweden. Much rain in Gothenburg, at best some shortlived whiteness from sleet and slush. Daylight is scarce, the ever shorter days of late fall caused discomfort and resentment. But now, as the low point is reached and the Season comes aglow, I embrace the darkness and the light it harbors. And any weather is welcome. It is good to walk around. Calming and peaceful, even though it may be on borrowed time. Faint, but undeniable, is that distant rumble. Sounds from chaos, turmoil and suffering. A feeling of "Everebody knows the boat i leaking, everybody knows the captain lied", as Leonard Cohen sang.
But right now no tanks roll down our streets. The chemical plant upstream has not been sabotaged. No blackened, gaping ruins surround us, no tattered survivors moan for help in half collapsed cellars.
Peace, justice, care for others. Immaterial things to hang on to. Mankind cannot make it without them. I don't know why, but somehow my upbeat mood watching milling snowflakes around streetlamps seems like a good start into a new year.
But right now no tanks roll down our streets. The chemical plant upstream has not been sabotaged. No blackened, gaping ruins surround us, no tattered survivors moan for help in half collapsed cellars.
Peace, justice, care for others. Immaterial things to hang on to. Mankind cannot make it without them. I don't know why, but somehow my upbeat mood watching milling snowflakes around streetlamps seems like a good start into a new year.
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