Days are getting shorter and I don't need a calendar to figure this out. September is knocking on the door but I am stumbling in darkness. Literally. I already miss the dog days of summer when getting up at or before 6 am to exercise meant opening my eyes to find a trail of sunlight creeping down the hallway towards my bedroom. Now I climb out of bed not knowing what time of night or morning it is and whether I should even be awake. Most of the time I am intuitive enough to realize that if my husband is not beside me in bed that I should be awake or awake soon (I gave up alarm clocks when I gave up my career, intrusive little buggers they are!).
Morning is silence and darkness. It is not clouds or the threat of rain. It is the sun just not being up yet plain and simple. An immovable force like so many I have faced in the last year. There is no amount of pleading, bargaining or praying which will raise that sun one minute before its intended time to rise. I'm still looking for a bright side to this one.