Sunday was one of the hardest days of the year for me.
It was the day of the autumn time change, that day when darkness suddenly falls so early.
Already at 1:20 pm, the light had started its slow fade.
My neighbor, the one who makes the homemade chocolate chip cookies to hand out every Halloween, told me once that the summer solstice is the saddest day of the year for her, because it’s when the days start to shorten. And winter solstice, in December? That’s her favorite day.
