As winter moves closer she brings darker nights.

A time to rest and feel restless comes together in a dance, but there’s no certainty of who takes the lead from one day to the next.

If you were born under the approaching stars of winter, perhaps you naturally move through the dance steps with your eyes closed. With ease and grace.

You came into the world at her darkest hour, after all.

Maybe for your mother, you became her eternal bright light. Twinkling like the Christmas lights she forever hangs to drive out the darkness.

December nights come early.

💜 to my first born daughter 💜