flotsam

Dark

On my last drive to the office, last week, I had to stop for gas en route.

That 15 minutes meant that the light was dusky, an almost-not-yet morning, the promise of a fast-approaching dawn.

Today I did not stop for gas. Today I got to the office at the usual time.

Less than a week until daylight savings. Daylight savings will change it all. There will be light next week. But not today. Today it was still dark. Real dark. Walk lights on, dark.

Not night. Not a black sky of stars, as when I left the house. But dark blue, not morning yet but the promise it will come, a still-dark start to the day.

I am thankful for the safe drive.

And I miss my bed.