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Day 3913: November 6, 2023 Prompt: “Peering from some high window, at the gold of November sunset and feeling that if day has to become night, this is a beautiful way.” E. E. Cummings Let this quote inspire your blog entry about a November sunset. Just a minute. There's been a November sunset? Locally? If at least one has blazed a trail across the sky, I've missed it. Did I blink? Was I preoccupied? Could I have been totally lacking in the observation department?I am aware of nothing but rain and snow clouding the horizon so far this November. One word sums up this recent weather, grey. Wait, I could also describe it as gloomy the total opposite of sunny. Doesn't sunshine need to be present in order for it to slip into a glorious, brilliant, marvel-at-me sunset? Local early -riser-photographer types have posted amazing shots of recent sun rises showcasing vivid splashes of glowing red. This brings to mind the saying "red sky in morning sailors take warning." During my daily evening saunter about the village I lament the early mantle of darkness that heralds winter. I understand why natives refer to winter as the long night. |