Today is the first day of the calendar year, and my first day back from a trip to Utah and Seattle that began on the winter solstice. So the days have been getting a bit longer day by day for the past 10 days.
In the late afternoon, while there was still sun coming over the hill, I went for a walk down to the park, feeling the intensity of the cold on my face. It's cold - 20 degrees F - but calm. There's a skift of snow on the ground, and the leaves are crunchy underfoot.
I walked downstream in the woods, finding a few pieces of trash to pick up. In a sunny spot on the hillside, I stopped to bask in the yellow light streaming in from near the horizon to the southwest. Then I walked back up along the creek trail, crossed the bridge to dump off the trash, and walked home. The creek is running clear and cold, with a little ice along the edges.
My fingers were cold. I had only light gloves on, but cold fingers is something I inherited from my Mother as well. I remember times out in the Kansas fall with Dad, my fingers freezing, and Dad not understanding that my hands' response to cold was much different from his.
Sunrise this morning was at 7:27 am. Sunset is at 4:56 pm, although direct light is largely gone here with the rolling hills 45 minutes before that.
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