It is winter here 9.6°N of the equator. The sun shines with almost as much heat as usual. But the angle of the sunlight is different. The quality of the light makes the air feel just a tad cooler, the bird calls sound wintry and as I look at the sky I feel a yearning, [as Hans Christian Andersen's ugly duckling must have felt when he saw the other swans flying south at the beginning of winter] a yearning to be a bird, flying high in the thinner air. There is also a tug in my heart, a nostalgia for times gone by. The light makes me aware that another year is on it's way out and a new one to come, hopefully more peaceful than this one was.
The shadows chase each other outside my window, but the shadows are fuzzy, not stark and the light gentle.
I love the December light.