A celebration and meditation on all aspects of winter. From the meteorological to the mythological, the poetic dimensions of the season are captured in this masterful essay devised from MacLaughlin's lauded series in the The Paris Review. Crafted to be a small, lightweight read, Winter Solstice is the perfect gift for the darkest months.
“Winter tells us,” Nina MacLaughlin says, “more than petaled spring, or hot-grassed summer, or fall with its yellow leaves, that we are mortal. In the frankness of its cold, in the mystery of its deep-blue dark, the place in us that knows of death is tickled, focused, stoked. The angels sing on the doorknobs and others sing from the abyss. The sun has been in retreat since June, and the heat inside glows brighter in proportion to its absence. We make up for the lost light in the spark that burns inside us.”
