six o'clock sunlight


8/18/97*

The light is seeping away as darkness crawls in to take
its place. I've looked up a few times to watch the light's
gradual retreat.

The quality of light around the six o'clock hour is sometimes
a bittersweet feeling. When my dad worked out of town
and I'd wait for him to get home, the six o'clock hour seemed
oppressive, the light on its last legs, the day coming to an end.
Now and then, the quality of light brings back that feeling now,
like I am once again the little girl playing in the yard, looking
to the main road each time a car goes by, watching and waiting for
my dad. The wait always seemed so long, as if he'd never arrive.

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