Up until this year, I’ve always driven to and returned from work in daylight.
The hours of the courses I taught determined my schedule and, as a result, I lived most of my life in the sun. A frozen sun in winter, admittedly, and one oft eclipsed by clouds, but sun nonetheless. Driving in the darkness was an anomaly for me, something that betokened an after-hours meeting or a particularly venturesome activity.
This year, with more regular hours at my new position, I have spent the majority of winter driving to work in the dark. I am fortunate that I return home with the light, but my husband doesn’t, and neither does my father. I have come to understand the weariness they speak about in winter that comes with living life outside the hours of the sun, your going-to and your coming-from ensconced in perpetual dark.
I’ve written here before…
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