Dark by 4:30.
I don’t know why, but
every November I somehow convince myself that it really doesn’t get black-dark
before 5:00 p.m., and every November I am still surprised that sundown occurs
around 4:30.
Each afternoon this week,
I have rushed out of work at the first legal moment, only to be sadly
disappointed by the severe angle of the waning sunlight. I rushed through a walk the other afternoon,
barely making it home before it became too dim to see the fallen sticks poking
through the leaves that covered the sidewalk.
I was inches from poking my eye out on a small branch that I didn’t see
until it slapped me in the face.
November, I love
Thanksgiving, and I do enjoy the consistent good-sleeping weather. But this early darkness shit? Not working for me.
I know it will get worse
before it gets better, but I can’t stand it.
I keep looking at the clock, wondering if it’s bedtime yet since it has
been dark for hours. Nope … not
bedtime. Dinner time, though.
I can make it. I know I can make it. I know mid-December is the turning
point. The problem is that I don’t want
to be wishing November away. I guess I
just wish it didn’t have to be so dark in the morning and so dark in the
mid-afternoon, and, unfortunately, this just so happens to occur during poor,
innocent, minding-its-own-business November.
Oh, okay, November. Must suck to have everyone complain and whine
about you. I’ll try to love you for more
than just Thanksgiving. You have
Veterans’ Day, too. And sometimes you
even let it snow. And you’re weeks shy
of the holidays. Not only that, but I
put my tree up and start decorating in November.
I guess we’ll keep you,
then.
But if you could work on
that sunlight thing, I’d really appreciate it.
