Winter Solstice: "This is the the still point of the Sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar.
You shouldn’t have to die to prove your love. That’s not romantic. It’s death. Oh but the one who pulls you, pushes you, flows with you... I had the sun, and I was burned. How happy I am back with my true love, the sea