If all the tents are falling,
Arise, my soul!
Under these you were crawling,
Blind as a mole.
Seek out a new appalling
Unmerciful goal.The winds of the world are blowing,
But space is clear.
Though never a star is glowing
In that airless, sheer,
Impossible dark, keep going –
The far is near.Time, caught where the dawn is breaking,
Will stop to your wand.
Where worlds their orbits are staking
Your feet will stand.
At the edge of the dark,
You’ll be taking the sun in your hand.~Harriett Monroe, ‘At The Edge’ (1936)
photo: with a December 2025 that dropped somewhere between 80 and 90 inches of snow, ice, wind, and a whole lot of subzero, Capricorn aligned at 23.5°S on this the day when the sun reaches it’s southernmost point, a clearly inspired Bob Ross and a visibly joyous Mr. Potato (wearing the sunglasses) celebrate in anticipation of the slow, annual return to brighter, warmer days.