Standard Time

Those who live here know that during the summer months sunny days far outweigh rainy ones. The summers in Seattle stretch out long and bright. But at this time of year, there’s no denying the advance of the dark. It feels like a return, a falling back into a rhythm that recognizes the weighty presence of night. A sort of  memento mori.

In the dark, I lose my usual landmarks. Edges blur. Unknown shapes take their places among the known. I tell myself stories.