Friday, September 04, 2009
The year has reached the point where I experience a few days of discombobulation. The ever-shortening days are now poking into the rhythm of my day. The forest is nearly dead dark just a few minutes after 8 p.m. here. At 8:30 p.m. the sky is filled with stars, and I find myself yawning the way I do at 10 p.m. in the summer. I’m not about to go to bed at 8:30, but it will take a few days before I can convince my body that I shouldn’t.
In the mornings now, I am literally up before the chickens, who sleep on their perches as I walk Dog and Baby Dog. Today it was hard to drag myself out of bed, and it wasn’t even cold. It was, however, very dark.
I always get past this sense that I should go to sleep with the sunset and stay in bed until daylight, but it takes a while. I’m not quite there yet.