By scribbler


Let's see if I can remember this Robert Louis Stevenson poem (from A Child's Garden of Verses) by heart.

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer just the other way
I have to go to bed by day.

That's how it seemed today. 
No longer arriving at morning mass in bright sunlight. 
Here, looking east from the cathedral parking lot, the sun is barely peeking over the horizon.

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