The day has arrived that many of us dread.
Clocks fell back an hour last night, and our sunsets take away the end of our late afternoon. More importantly, the five o’clock cocktail out on the balcony has come to a close for the season. The world feels darker, the day feels shorter, and that little golden slice between work and dinner gets stolen from us.
Still, there is a funny sort of comfort buried in the numbers. The first sunset of the season lands at exactly 4:44 PM. Maybe that is the universe’s way of reminding us there is still order in the chaos. A clean rhythm is shown with the Angel Number of four-four-four. A bit of grace between the lines.
So, I trade my balcony bourbon for the kitchen table martini. I swap the sound of wind through the trees for the hum of the furnace. It is still the same drink, the same reflection, but just in a different light. The clock can fall back all it wants, but my spirit sure as hell doesn’t have to.
Every sunrise writes the next chance and tomorrow morning, that first thin glow of daylight will prove it.
Tough game yesterday for my Irish friends. The funny thing about the Irish rugby fan.....
... they are just as happy and hopeful after the match as they were before the match.
Today is for the gridiron. I pray that your team will play well and come out victorious. Bear Down Monsters of the Midway and giddy up you Blue Stallions of Marion County.
Gusto, crock pots, chili bowls and family and friends nearby. That is what the first Sunday of November should bring....
