Today sunset will finally be after 5:00 pm. Soon the sun will rise before seven as our planet travels its course around the sun. The ebb and flow of the days and the constant slow change of our sun.
The lengthening days bring hope. Slowly we change our habits and adapt. Now we start to speak of hikes in the hills, car trips to distant places, and sitting on the beach with a picnic lunch.
Contrast with just two short months ago as the days shortened and garden hoses where coiled and put away. Contrast with the day when the swing seat was pushed into the back of the shed to protect it from the snow.
Desert snow. Snow in the high desert – a juxtaposition of nature. Infrequent, but still beautiful as it covers the sand and lizards in that white pure blanket.
Cold hands feel little and struggle to hold the wrench that wants to build – something, anything.
Long nights lead under the safe warmth of the blankets on the bed. Reading, dreaming and hoping for a new earlier dawn.
Dawn. Twilight. Civil, nautical, and astronomical twilight all define that space between darkness and light. Between lightness and dark. Those times when the bright noon colors fade to gray and then to black.
The elliptical light tracks my mood. It was darkening as the old year faded. Now hope for change, hope for a vaccine, and in my own back yard a construction crew builds the framework for a new world I can build in.
Still, it feels like twilight out there with long shadows and cold biting the air.
Soon the sun will set after six and the shadows shorten as a warming wind brings hope for a spring.
Andrew's View of the Week 