It is within my shadow that I love to dwell.

Darkness and frigid cold air comforts me.

As spirit of the Northern Winter Solstice,

I invite you to explore your own shadow

lurking in spaces not visited for so long,

it seems like another age.

Twirling in winter storms has made me bold but after 26,000 long years, series of processions over 13 zodiac signs and five cycles later,

I’m at a crossroad.

Holding my breath, I tiptoe pass the sign leading to the underworld.

A window sits directly on the horizon and I take a peek.

There, the Galactic soul gazes into my eyes and extends his hand.

We embrace.