“When the day is short and the nights are long It’s a different world Where the rules are wrong“
I’ve been sundowning every afternoon at around 3 P.M. and wondering if the slide towards the solstice is just extra bad this year or what. According to my diary, nope, my sads are right on schedule. In fact, one year ago this week I made a whole zine about it called “More light!”
The sun setting at 5:30 P.M. complicates my very simple life rule that serves me well: I try not to think too much about my problems after sunset. (No wonder I’m not solving many problems at the moment!) “Deal with problems in daylight,” as I heard a combat veteran once say. Or, what Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote to his daughter:
“Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun…” I got sick on Thanksgiving and spent the rest of the break on the couch watching the remastered edition of The Beatles Anthology on Disney+. I enjoyed Paul mythologizing, George de-mythologizing, and Ringo in various spots around sunny Los Angeles, just being happy it happened at all. The new ending was fine. (If you’re looking for a new Beatles read, I enjoyed Ian Leslie’s John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs.)