We've reached the point that transition to day comes later. Used to be when I got up at 6 and fed the cats, showered and went to work, I did so in daylight. Now lights are needed until 7:30, 8 AM.
Sunshine used to flood the bedroom, patio, living room. Now it sneaks in through the dining room's southern window. I've been watching for the change. I've lived here five years. I knew it was coming. What struck me was how quick it happened, scarecely in a period of two weeks. I'm sure because I manage my house temperature by opening and closing blinds and windows according to the sun's position and the outdoor temperatures. (Note of pride: I didn't use the A/C all year. Summer daytime temps hung around 95 to 98. Inside we sometimes reached 83 but I kept the air off. Yea, me, right?)
Daylight's window grows narrow. The nights are cold. I'll work more hours in darkness relieved by artificial lights and I'll curse the changing season.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com