The day ends.
It has gotten brighter.
As spring approaches, dusk delays.
At some point, eighteen hundred hours.
That appointed hour will become merely dusky.
Throwback horizons choose to insert themselves on here.
Hopefully it does not interfere with Sue’s photo challenge!
This photo, from precisely two years ago, precariously/safely prepared.
But today, further east than that photo, eighteen hundred brought dusk.
Merely thirteen days remain until eighteen hundred hours are certainly light here.
Granted, fortnight minus one could harbour all complaints about that infernal lost hour!
You probably notice the structure of this post—but short words make staircases preposterous!
Fifteen risers high, advancing time, and awkward sentences built during times of multipurpose transition—GO!
Lincoln: 6 days
פסח: ל”ב יום (Passover: 32 days)
Eau Claire: 39 days