To me, the winter solstice is New Year’s eve, the true transition from old to new. The solstices are as old as the earth itself, much older than the oceans, the atmosphere, the continents as we know them, or life. Only sunrise and sunset are older, yet deeply entwined with the solstice, wheels within wheels. This is the heartbeat of our home, slow, steady, and strong, beating a binary tattoo along the analog path of the earth around the sun. Lub-dub.