Dark Four In Cascadia

Daily notes from a plague winter

November 29th

Out on the deck with the laptop. Sun filtering through the skeleton of the Black Walnut. An east wind blowing the Gum leaves in. Beautiful early winter-ish sun, and I'd like to stay out here as long as I can typing and lounging in it. Sun so low. Look at it down there, hugging that horizon. 1:15 and it's already headed down. 1:30 and it's definitely lower. I'd like to go in for a nap, and, if I do that, it might just be dark when I wake up.