It’s the shortest day, and these long, wet winter nights can be trying. So I treasure the moments (especially if they are brief) when the murk lifts and light wins through. //embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js Earlier today the weak midwinter sun lit up a flower in a bouquet enough to offer solace after another stormy night. //embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js There’s also been rolling torrential rain. In true Irish fashion there can be a splendid burst of sun quite soon afterwards. I like how the low solstice sun tops the telephone pole so it’s a giant ‘i’, and how the clouds look like a diving beast trying to devour the blue… //embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js And as the long…