The days are so short now; the darkness closes in by late afternoon. In former times I used to rail against the disappearance of daylight; I felt robbed. Now I let the skin of my being lean into the warm nighttime of my cozy home as it stands within the starry universe. It’s easier to feel that I belong to something spectacular when I don’t have to see the tawdriness that daylight exposes. It’s possible to loosen my fixation on clock time and to feel a relationship with a continuum of life that plods forward like a caravan of camels making its way through the ages. What is one short night in comparison to 13.8 billion years of existence? The answer is: everything! Everything is here now, just as it always has been—love, cruelty, birth, pregnancy, death, despair, kindness and shoving compassion aside for temporary gain. Life is constant in all its faces. These nights I burrow into a solstice time she-bear cave, in the middle of a starry heaven shining starlight throughout my world.