I don’t root for the darkness. It’s true that autumn’s my favorite of the seasons. I watch for new moons, and there’ll be one in a couple of days, with a bit more than a week to go before the solstice. I know that it’s December. Maybe it all makes others’ lighting choices glow that much more warmly.

A traffic signal at an intersection stands in the foreground as a string of Christmas lights and a white lit wreath with a red ribbon and the word Christmas in glowing red lights shine in the background against a building.

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