Those were the days (or were they?)

I went out on an icy walk last week. And as I slid around the corner of a meadow, I had a flashback: THIS, HERE was the rock I sat upon, about six months ago, to watch the sun rise on the longest day, the solstice. I felt a bit nostalgic. Those were the days!

Looking back, it was easy to see God ‘within’ it all; rippling grasses in the meadow, wildflowers painting the landscape, birds orchestrating their summer sounds. What’s not to love?

But now, here, in the gloom and the cold and the ice? Are THESE the days, too? Surely the psalmist wasn’t just referring to the sunniest of times when he wro...