"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet." These lyrics from Foster the People took on a whole new meaning to me as I drove home from work tonight, the first night I've been off early enough to see sunset in a while. The saddest part of that last sentence isn't even the fact that I've barely seen the light of day recently. No, the most tragic part is that a month ago my sister and I could take the dog on a walk and get home by 9:30 and still have there be light in the sky. Now, by 8:45 the sun has gone down and midnight blue arisen, with only faint translucent wisps of light on the horizon where a haze of orange and pink once settled. Many observe in mournful silence. While only the second week of August, there is a painful reminder in the recession of time is takes for the last trace of violet to disappear. The dark days of winter are, to our dismay, steadily approaching. Though we try to outrun it, the inevitable is always one step ahead.
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