The light in Boston changes at this time of the year, and every day it’s a little bit different.
The days shorten while the evenings elongate.
It’s a treacherous slide until winter begins and we head in the other direction, and while that still feels rather far off, it’s the next season in line, and not as far as it seems.
For now, I’m enjoying the light as long as it lasts.
One day I hope to spend a number of retirement days here, enjoying the light, studying it more closely when all I’ll have is time. It’s the one thing that proves elusive on my quick weekends away. Still, I must make room for it, as no tomorrow is ever promised with absolute certainty.
The days won’t be as vibrant or sunny as this for quite some time, and I’ll never get accustomed to their departure – the way the sky drains of color, the way the sun loses its potency, the way the greens will just gradually fade until they disappear completely beneath a blanket of snow.
I’m jumping ahead – something we shouldn’t do when fall is still aflame… as on the bricks of a former church.
