Solstice tears

Winter seems to run into swings and with the spring solstice so close by, my mind goes back a few months ago, to the longest night of the year. Now, I hear and watch news and feel that the night keeps going on and on.

The night that humanity is under, keeps spreading its ink. Just when you think that humanity can sink no lower, there seems to be another rung under the lowest rung and we are rapidly slipping down.  

Lower.  And lower.