The passage of time is most subtley but consistently marked for me by the changing of the light. Yesterday I woke up and admitted aloud with a groggy wince, “now it’s dark when I get up.” The alarm is still going off at 5:32, but now it is dark… again. So the conclusion is, summer is nearly over, fall is headed in and then it’s Christmas. ( Always with the goddamned Christmas by the way. Can that one go on vacation for once?)
It has been an Arctic summer here, which means I feel a little anxious to be noticing the changing of the light and still have pale skin. I am all for the passage of time and forward motion, but I am missing summer and yes, my summer glow. However, now it’s dark when I get up, and that’s just where we are in the time space continuum. I decided this shift can also be a good thing.
All the waiting that has gummed up my summer like so much chilly morning fog on my car windows had a bit of a breakthrough yesterday. Ironically, I was so exhausted when I got home I did not run, I just processed the shift as it meandered along in my brain grooves. Just like the one to two minutes of light a day that slipped southbound the last couple months, I have been working toward this change and yesterday I finally noticed it.
Tonight, I run. Tonight, more clarity. Oh and tonight, 100 yards of walking lunges.