Thursday, November 12, 2015

November Light

The light fades earlier now; sometimes the sun breaks through the ragged grey-silk clouds just at sunset. The windows of our workspace face west, and nearly every day I leap up at this burst of light in an otherwise wet and brooding afternoon, witnessing the colors I've wrestled with for hours, now emblazoned across the sky. My co-workers are used to this daily outburst, and oblige my entreaty to see for themselves.

And of course it's gone just as quickly as it appeared — ephemeral light!

I don't think I'll ever tire of this.

Later: the trudge through the dark to home.
No crows to keep me company.

2 comments:

  1. I love November light. And the getting home in the cold and dark. To turn up the heat, turn on the lights, and prepare a warm meal.

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  2. I too love mid-late November and December early afternoon light as the days race to the shortest of the year. This is when Manhattan is at her most glamorous. Martini light, I call it.

    After two months on the road supporting The American Slave Coast, today I finally got to savor some. Back home! In mine own bed of fluffy comfys!

    Love, C.

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