My poet friend, Athena, told me one day that she welcomed the transition into the dark season when she could first see Orion in a certain window in her predawn movements around her home.  It brought hope and joy to her in those predawn hours. Yesterday’s predawn walk led me to the top of the hill behind our home.  The clouds opened to reveal Orion, my first sighting of the season.  Ahhhh.  Winter, dark season friend.  Once Orion shows up, I love the season and the loss of summer dissipates. In this time of perpetually horrible news, turn away from …