By the end of the journey the wanderer is not the same,
Changed by burden and circumstance, fate and chance.
All paths go astray, and we fall weary by the wayside,
Unable to go on until one skin is shed, another grown.
The Winter Solstice is the right time to end a journey,
A time of rest and contemplation, life’s longest night.
Awakened and renewed by the rise of a rejuvenated Sun,
A new and different person, we begin another journey.