Today's count

January in the imaginary age of climate change.  Two boys (that's just what they are in their twenties) out in the bowl playing Frisbee- in their shirt sleeves.  Puddles and the wind ruffling them like little lakes. The rising walls of a great white castle.  Bucket after bucket of snow packed around and then the chinks between the smooth forms filled.  It is in my view now, alone after the completion of construction.  A good four feet high.  The last row of bucket shapes showing like crenelation around its top. My ornamental asparagus putting out more shoots, climbing the window under the sun which has finally cleared the tops of the buildings opposite. A sun that goes down, as well roll away from it, almost an hour later than it did a month ago at the solstice.  Winter: more and more light.

A.E. Matheson 2016

equniox

According to the powers that be we officially entered my favouite season on September 22nd at 14:49 of someone's time zone.  But I beg to differ with them.  Today I checked the weather report of this stunningly beautiful fall day, blue, warm, not hot, glorious in gold, and dry (oh sweet mysteries of pre climate change I miss you), and there beside the humidity report is the sunrise and sunset.  And I declare today to be the equinox, equal day and night.  Sunrise:  6.58am.  Sunset 6.58pm.