Dylan Thomas once wrote:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. –
Well, we hit the point in Anchorage where the light is dying at an insanely rapid rate; but you should know me well enough by now that I am not very good with rage. I am more of a complainer. These days neither rage or complaining is going to help much.
Long gone are the days when you can wake up in the middle of the night and it would be full daylight. Long gone are those times when you know you can mow the lawn at 9pm, because the sun feels like midday. Back is the winter days where you get used to the dark.
The loss of daylight is a steady incoming of trouble. We lose almost 6 minutes of daylight each day; which by itself isn’t that much but it adds up very quickly. With changing weather conditions, sometimes that darkness just sneaks up on you. Sunday we had overcast skies and rain throughout the day. While sunup was scheduled for 8:20AM and down at 7:14PM, it didn’t feel like it was up until well after 9 and it felt full on dark well before 7.
This change made me scatter a bit. I have house plants that flourished for the summer that are dying quickly .. because they are at north facing windows that now get no sunlight at all, and I am not sure where I am going to put them. I picked up a happy light too, a lamp intended to give broad spectrum light to your eyes so that your body doesn’t feel neglected of daylight. These are things that give me hope to pick up my energy going into the winter. Curling starts soon, and I am not in Curling shape (which isn’t exactly something that requires you to be in much good shape to begin with). The fight is on to break through the darkness and get the winter going ahead.
Or I could just sit here and complain about it.