IT’S GOING TO TAKE SOME TIME THIS TIME

Behind the darkness it is pleasing beyond measure to know that the season has turned; the solstice come and bringing with it the promise of the resurgence and upwelling of light. Winter here is a dark, damp thing: sodden and murky. Something to be endured under the cloud cover, through long days of watching the propellers of the wind machines turn in the lightless air. The fields have been winter-plowed, the short growth of autumn grass turned under, exposing the clay-rich valrhona chocolate of the earth to the sky, if not yet to the light. 10,000 synapses snap and sparkle...