My morning walks with Dog are now walks in darkness with a headlamp. I am already avoiding a section of our walk through the woods that’s hilly and rocky, as even with the headlamp the footing feels a bit unsafe in the darkness. Dog, whose eyes are better than mine in the dark, is confused by this change to our usual route. He will get over it, though, and by next spring he’ll act as though the longer walk is a surprise.
This change in the amount of morning light is one thing about the approaching colder weather that I never seem to quite get used to. I soon will get used to the fact that our morning walks are in darkness, but I never quite get used to the idea that mid-August is the time when this occurs. I don’t know why that is so but it is. For some reason, my mind seems to equate early morning darkness with September. This is patently untrue, as the fading of summer’s morning light always occurs now. So why I expect in September is a complete mystery. And yet, somehow, every year, I am surprised that I am wearing my headlamp in August on our morning walks. I am starting to think that unlike Dog, I am simply not trainable.