Worlds apart

As we begin to really get into autumn, dusk falls on us earlier and earlier each day. I ran out of the house today at a quarter to six to go on a deer-watching stroll through a lovely cemetery with my parents. We have to time these walks just right if we are to see many deer, and we were a bit early it seems, though the light had beautiful, rich red tones as it came through the trees. Sunset was at 6:48 this evening, and my father, thinking we were running out of daylight, rather rushed us out of the house. At the time, I was talking online to a friend who is a world away ... ok, a quarter of a world away. But as I had to rush off, I gave him my wishes for a great day. It seemed very strange that as I was hurrying to catch the last rays of daylight, he should be just about ready to start thinking about lunch. Now it is quite dark outside and what bugs are bold enough to brave near-freezing temperatures are making their nocturnal music. Meanwhile, my friend is out somewhere enjoying the peak of his day with its eighty-four degrees and his three and a half more hours of sunlight.