Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Earlier Darkness

It's still dark when I wake now, and it remains that way almost until I leave the house about 6. Early darkness can be such a comfort — a cover, a foil, a way to keep the eyes half closed until the destination is reached. Pools of light like mirrors but tree shadows barely emerging.

On the other hand, I know what this early darkness bodes. Fall and then winter. Cold winds, snow and ice. Crunching down the driveway at 6 a.m.

So let's just linger here a while. It's still summer, though heat and humidity are abating. A few tomatoes linger on the vines and the cicadas are singing their songs.

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