The sun often rises

And so the solstice comes to an end. Oh the relief among the more excitable and less scientific as the world span once more into half-light this morning while we stared, freezing cold, towards the north-east.

You know it's a kind of miracle, even though you know it will happen. The world turns, and it orbits the sun.  And its axis is at an angle and it wobbles. And the days shorten and the nights grow cold. And then the days lengthen and the world grows warm. It's prosaic, it's predictable, it's as regular as clockwork. And yet it gets you there. Every day the sun rises again, as the earth and sun obey the laws of gravity that we can only describe and can't really explain. It's a bloody wonder.