Early Dusk Arithmetic
—By now the daylight feels rationed. Evening spills into afternoon, and the math of the day never seems to add up. The sun clocks out too early now,slipping through the brittle pineslike someone leaving work at noonwithout explaining why. The numbers never balance right,you wake with less,you end with less,you carry what the daylight droppedin hurried, shrinking increments. By four o’clock the…

















