The sun has become lethargic here in the North. Every day the sun rises five minutes later than it did the day before. It hangs low in the sky then disappears behind the opposite horizon earlier and earlier each night. The days tick by pendulously at this latitude.
The sky is not the only place I’m seeing the time pass in a new way. I’m beginning to notice pensive wrinkles on my face. Fine crows feet, the same ones my favorite uncles have, are more and more evident on my still young face, despite my best preventative efforts. Smile lines are starting to carve deeper into my cheeks. I don’t mind these premature wrinkles, they’re a collection of scars from sunny days and happy times.
Most of these aging feelings have been stirred up because I’ve been notified of my upcoming ten year high school reunion. Boy, does that make me feel old. When I talked to my dad about it, he told me his 40 year reunion recently passed. That conversation put things into perspective, but it seems like only yesterday I was failing the written test to get my license. No wait, that was last Friday. I failed the written exam when I tried to get my license changed over to an Alaska license. I finally passed and switched it over, by the way. But, I digress.
Seasons come and seasons go. They are faithfully greeted by the varying contexts and details of our lives each year. It’s autumn again for Isaac and I, but this time we’re pleased to share it with Margot.