“The day, water, sun, moon, night-I do not have to purchase these things with money.”

Today is a delight. The sun is alone in the deep blue sky. It is 46˚, warm in these parts for March. The low, tonight, will be in the 30’s. That’s the spring pattern: warm days and cold nights.

The days are getting noticeably longer. The sun hangs around. This weekend we change the clocks. We spring ahead to an an even longer day.

Even as a kid, I loved this time of year. Unless the cold kept us in the house, we got to play outside longer after school. We lived on a tiny rotary, a circle of four houses. There were two street lights, hooded street lights, our alarm clocks of a sort. One light, my light, was right outside the house. When it turned on, almost magically, it announced the end of the day. On the poster of the film War of the Worlds, the original, is an alien ship knocking over a light pole exactly like my light pole. That always tickled my imagination.

Now, as the day turns from light to dark, there is an in-between, an almost night. I look outside, and the sun is gone, but I can still the outlines of objects and can guess what they are. There is a hole in the darkness letting in the light.

It was never dark in Ghana. The night sky, a blanket of stars, was so bright you could almost read by it. Every night had a falling star.

Night on a beach is filled with light. I can follow the sky to where it ends. I can see the stars from top to bottom. On a clear, easy night, the air is filled with the sounds of the waves gently finding the sand. It brings its own calmness. Occasionally I can hear the song of night birds.

I love my my deck at night. I can sit outside comfortable in the darkness. The peepers from the pond at the end of my street are loud. There are night birds. Henry barks at the sounds of likely intruders in cars or walking by the house. I shush him, but he still barks for a little longer before he finally ignores the sounds and settles down. Nala just quietly watches. We stay out late into the night, the three of us.

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4 Comments on ““The day, water, sun, moon, night-I do not have to purchase these things with money.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    So far today we have not had one drop of rain, or sleet. The weather prognosticators were calling for a slight probability of a frozen mix to begin about three in the afternoon. Right now it has about twenty minutes to start sleeting. 🙂 Hopefully it will hold off until after I leave work for home.

    I like daylight saving time. I enjoy having that extra hour of daylight in the evening rather than in the morning. It’s especially nice in the summer when sitting by the pool and reading a book after a days work is very relaxing. Even swimming in the evening is nice.

    I’m sure that the sky at night in Ghana was spectacular because of less ambient light. Here in the DFW Metroplex there’s so much light pollution that you can’t even find one star during the new moon.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We are under a wind warning, but there is no wind. It is still in the 40’s, a good sign when warmth holds on. The sky has the last of its light.

      With daylight savings time, I am late in starting my morning. My getting up at 8:30 makes me look like a slugabed at 9:30. When I worked, I liked fall and gaining an hour of sleep.

      I have never seen a night sky like Ghana’s. The south had a couple of large cities with the light pollution cities bring, but where I lived had mostly compounds without electricity and only a few stores in town had night lights. I never tired of looking at that sky.

  2. Birgit Says:

    No Milky Way, no ocean, no night birds… Sigh… I think I need holidays… Well, at least it’s quiet here at night since we lost smokestack industries. Occasionally a train in the distance.

    • katry Says:

      I love to hear a train in the distance. It is such a forlorn sound. Trains are gone from around here except for a tourist train along the bogs and the ocean. The train slows at the junctions and blows its whistle. It is a lovely ride. If you have deep pockets, there is a dinner train.

      I am glad to live here on the cape.

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