The old red potting shed appears to flicker in the fading light as the wind blows the few remaining leaves on the maple between the house and the barnyard.
Your essay about the length of daylight waning reminds my so much of my Dad, who on or about June 22nd would always say, "It's all downhill from here" and "The best part of Summer is over." Conversely, on or about Dec 23rd he'd always say, "It's better to be five feet from Hell and going away, than 10 miles from Hell and going towards it." Referring to the increasing promise of more daylight, of course. I now realize he had a bad case of Seasonal Affective Disorder, which at that time was simply labeled the winter blues.
I inherited some of that dread of the long winter nights from him. In my humble opinion we are heading towards Hades, if only temporarily.
Brian,
Your essay about the length of daylight waning reminds my so much of my Dad, who on or about June 22nd would always say, "It's all downhill from here" and "The best part of Summer is over." Conversely, on or about Dec 23rd he'd always say, "It's better to be five feet from Hell and going away, than 10 miles from Hell and going towards it." Referring to the increasing promise of more daylight, of course. I now realize he had a bad case of Seasonal Affective Disorder, which at that time was simply labeled the winter blues.
I inherited some of that dread of the long winter nights from him. In my humble opinion we are heading towards Hades, if only temporarily.
I hear you, although I enjoy the early coming of the night, if only to have more excuses to read.
Cheers,