Equinox

It gets light at seven, it gets dark at seven. I do like the symmetry of this, the sense of balance. I could get used to it, but just as I do it will be sliding off in the other direction, the days shortening, the nights lengthening. I'm making it my business to stay aware and notice this happening this year. The weather is a mixture of languid late summer, and breezy wet early autumn. We've had the heating on an odd hour or two here and there, but not at all the last few days. This time of harvest and stock-taking and thanksgiving suits my mood after surviving the (almost) year since I received the belly blow that sent me reeling into the dark. Preparation too for the challenges of the winter, and the tasks ahead of survival and good management of resources. In my case of starting to earn my living again, little by precious little.