I woke up fairly early this morning and thought I’d just lie cozy in my blankets as it got light. Well, it hasn’t. It looks pitch black out the windows and it is 6:23 in the morning. Of course, it is already 10 days into September.
It was chilly in the back vestibule and I see the high is going to be 74?; on July 10th, I think we were seeing temps of lows in the 80’s and highs in the 100’s. And daylight, there was a lot of daylight.
As I have grown older, I have become fonder of the light outside – days starting early with horizons in view. Now I see my reflection in the dark window and I wait for my daylight fix.
When I retired I said no more alarms. I wake up when my body decides to. It’s usually around 7:30. But as the days get shorter I’ve been sleeping a little later. It’s the daylight or lack of it. I miss the sun as winter approaches, but I certainly don’t miss the heat as the summer leaves us.