Here we are, that time of year when we taste sunlight. That curtain of light draws further along the Bullshead, then along what was the cantina, the neighbor's house, across the river!, before it kisses the actual street!
Oh, fuck yes...
It was a warm day. After so many under the cloak of cold, Arctic-like, it was that giddy kind of respite. If my calculations are spot on; three days, the earliest, we get the direct light back.
After laundry, Sabina and I stood out on the porch with a bottle of rose-rage against the dying of the light!!!-and summer sausage. It was a day above freezing, and the world felt perfect. The Long Dark is about over and done with. As we sat outside I thought of the chorus of a Fury in the Slaughterhouse song;
"Here we go-
Dancing in the sunshine of the dark..."
That's how we roll on this side of the terminator...