My Antarctican Autumn

It snuck up on me sometime over the last couple of weeks: the sun went from overhead with not much variation to a change in color across the sky. It’s sort of a relief, mostly – I’ve always had a really good sense of what time it was (in the same way that some people always know where north is), but the 24-hour daylight shot that in the foot.

We’ll have the first sunset of 2019 soon, and then gradually plunge into darkness with a couple months of full-dark, if I understand correctly. Having not seen the stars since October 16th, I’m pretty darn excited.

My night-lights are in the mail.

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”

Jack Kerouac, On the Road