It's Winter Solstice. Everyone, it seems, is looking forward to longer days and warmer days. There is nothing wrong with that, of course, but I would like to see the long nights celebrated, too. I suppose I am in the minority, but I am grateful for shorter days, for a season that seems to prompt me to look within, to meditate and to dream. Today marks the shortest day and the longest night, but the season will still have many long, cold nights filled with moon and stars. I know when Spring comes I will be ready for it, but for now: happy Solstice.