Findings [antikvár]

Darkness and Light They did the deed of darkness in their own mid4ight JAMES WRIGHT Mid-December, the still point of the turning year. It was eight in the morning and Venus was hanging like a wrecker's light above the Black Craig. The hill itself -seen from our kitchen window - was still in silhouette, though the sky was lightening into a pale yellow-grey. It was a weakling light, stealing into the world like a thief through a window someone forgot to close. The talk was all of Christmas shopping and kids' parties. Quietly, though, like a coded message, an invitation arrived to a meal to celebrate the winter solstice. Only six people would be there, and no electric light. That afternoon - it was Saturday - we took the kids to the pantomime. This year it was The Snow Queen. She was coldly glittery, and swirled around the stage in a