The low light was shining directly into my eyes during part of today’s trail walk. But it’s all part of the package on the shortest day of the year. 

For some reason now, as I write this post, a funny little glob of a rainbow has appeared. I don’t recall seeing anything like it before: an ordinary sky except for one cloud bleeding yellow and orange light.  We’ve had no rain; the sun is lower in the firmament. 

I’m sure there’s some sort of scientific explanation. But I’m going to consider it a solstice miracle.

(P.S.on February 2, 2023: I just learned that my “solstice miracle” is called a sundog.)