Winter solstice

22 Dec


He thinks about her.

He is sipping red wine. It fills his mouth with grape and his heart with hope.  Outside it is still raining.

Earlier he had walked the hounds in a brief respite from the deluge.  There had been a delayed monsoon waiting in the dying-leaved trees.

A hidden sun had set invisibly over his grey, sodden, dripping village before four o’clock. The afternoon had been swallowed up by night without a whimper

It is the shortest day.

He lives by the seasons and can already feel the change. The days will lengthen from now. It is a clean, beckoning, hungry new page.

He will write her name on it.

He does not know who she is. And yet he already senses her presence in his life.

He cannot be sure if they have yet made contact, chased shadows, crossed borders, traded smiles, touched hands, exchanged truths, offered up words, or painted pictures on a blank canvas.

He is unable to tell if they are already gently familiar or are completely unconnected strangers.

Yet he is certain, at this change of the solstice, that she is there.  For him.

So he takes another sip and leans back into the soft, comfortable leather of his chair.

He can almost smell her scent on his fingers.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I was certain I had posted a short piece some time ago inspired by the winter solstice which, in the northern hemisphere, was yesterday. I looked for it a few years back and I eventually found it under the title ‘Her scent’. I had actually written it in 2012. Time flies.

Much has changed since then. Sadly both of the hounds mentioned in the piece have died. The village has been swapped for an even smaller one. And I left behind a business life some time ago to focus on my writing (a success) and do other things.

But the words seem to capture the day and the time. So I have posted last year and the two years before, with a new title to celebrate the day. But with the same art. I think it meant something to me at the time. I do believe posting it has become a Winter Solstice tradition.

Art by Thomas Saliot


Posted by on December 22, 2020 in Uncategorized


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5 responses to “Winter solstice

  1. SCM

    December 22, 2020 at 4:44 pm

    Lovely piece… Nice tradition 😍


    Liked by 1 person

  2. thereluctantpoet

    December 23, 2020 at 3:16 pm

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. ralove4

    January 4, 2021 at 6:28 pm

    This is how we feel when we are in love with love ( before even meeting the person or right after meeting them).

    What a beautiful winter tradition!
    Repost it every winter,I’m sure, it won’t get old.
    You mentioned you left business & did other things. Other things like? Got married, had babies, got committed, spent more time with gf?? Lolz!

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