Oi, Tōnatiuh! Up and at ’em!
I’ve been awake since 3:30. Four hours later Tōnatiuh still hasn’t shown his face above the Sandias.
Yet I am in a remarkably good mood. Why?
Because … more light soon come, Bubba; more light soon come.
The December solstice arrives at 2:48 p.m. Duck! City time, the Sun God’s advance scout galloping over the hill, herald of longer days and shorter nights.
Just think: If the Earth weren’t as crooked as some of the people who walk its surface, we would be denied this annual morsel of good news. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
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