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The light fades.
Each 6 a.m. is darker than the one before.
I wince to see the passing of the halcyon days.
The kingfisher days are coming to an end.
It isn't exactly unexpected.
It may have taken me 50 years
to become aware of time's passing,
but once I saw it . . .
Well, since then I have always sorrowed at
the inexorable nature of Nature.
Even if we knew how to stop it,
it wouldn't be wise to do so.
Yet I accept it all (on a good day).
The aging.
The death watch.
All of it.
Except the loss of light so early every year.
The hallway is darker now when I get up,
and it will remain dark (get more dark, even)
for another ten months.
I ask you: is this fair?
It could be worse, I suppose.
I could be in the Far North with its light-free days
for months on end.
Time passes and that's okay.
But does it have to be marked by the loss of light?
Oh, bother metaphors!
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