Monday, November 3, 2025
Time: 5:15 PM
Song: Crooked
Artist: Amos Lee
Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s on shuffle on the way home from work.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1cnYEd4WjdIfHquqSNr6Ef?si=9855dc24cd9d4cad
This is the first drive home from work after the Daylight Savings Time change this weekend. As Bob Dylan would sing, “It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.”
The dark almost feels like it’s seeping from the ground this time of year, rising from below upward to the sky, as the sun drops below the horizon.
On the rural roadway home, I spot a pair of deer standing in a waterway. The fields around them are empty now. Closer to the road, trees loom, heavy and dark their color leaves almost all fallen to the ground.
At Prairieville, I come to a stop. Down the crossroad on the opposite side of the road, a girl skateboards in her family’s driveway. She does big loops from one end to the others. She’s done this sporadically all summer. Tonight, she’s wearing long pants and a sweatshirt. She’s getting as many trips around as she can before the light gives away.
In another week, it will be dark by the time I leave work. All I will see is headlights and yard lights and whatever crosses in front of me.
This is all driven by the title of the earth and our orbit around the sun. We’re farther away now then we were months ago, titled away.
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