They say the Sun will leave in a few weeks time. Total darkness will ascend and we’ll get to see the stars. No actual date. So every day I pause while wiping tables and look out the wall of windows that face Observation Hill. Later and later the darkness lifts, but still there is faint light - twilight there.
We lose half an hour of light each day. What a rapid loss I think. Yet the faint glow on the horizon still appears, outlining the ice mountains and we all turn to see it. No one can escape the last rememberance of the places we have come from. Where the sun is taken for granted and the moon a distance reminded of darker times. Golden reds and yellows flare across the sky but it is like watching an exotic flower die. So beautiful and fragile, not long will it survive but a reminder to all that creation is wondrous. Each last flare a gorgeous array of color, but smaller and closer to a still breath.
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