Not fair

It’s a shame, I think, to find that once the temperature turns so comfortable I can fully enjoy being outside again it now gets dark so early in the evenings. As a result I don’t have much time to take advantage of the lovely weather. Now would be the perfect time for daylight to last until 9 or 10 p.m. Too bad it doesn’t work that way, but if I ruled the universe, it would.

I fantasize about lovely evening rambles down along Beaver Creek, watching the shadows growing golden and long. I think of an unhurried walk, stopping to look at plants or watching the chipmunks play. And instead it gets dark. It’s just not fair.

In a few weeks, when we change the clocks again, it will be even worse. Oh, I do walk in the dark, sometimes, but I certainly can see a lot more and the forest is a lot more active during the day. I don’t walk down the mountain to Beaver Creek in the dark—the footing on those paths is not conducive to that even when I wear a headlamp. Maybe if I was 20 and not decades older than that and didn’t have a bad knee, but since I don’t rule the universe, that’s not going to happen either.

Instead, I try to pack as much as I can into the few minutes of daylight I have. Still, the chickens need attending to and the dogs have to go out. Sometimes evenings are more of a rat race than they are relaxing. Such is life, I guess. I have to make time to take time slowly and do the best I can.