I know that there’s exactly the same number of hours in the day today as there was on Saturday. But then why does it feel so much harder to fit everything in? Coming home from work, my drive is now in the dark. Making dinner feels like it takes so much longer now and by the time it’s over, it’s time to think about going to bed.
It really feels like this fall has been the source of too much bad news. The news of a friend’s recent diagnosis with Parkinson’s disease has shadowed the last week, coinciding sadly with the progressive loss of light and color in the outside world. It has left us wondering how to express our sympathy and how to best be helpful to them in this dark time.
A cousin’s divorce finalizing the rift in our family likewise casts its shadow. Does all this happen in the spring too? Is there just as much sadness then as there is now? It doesn’t seem that way, but I think it might just be easier to deal with sadness when the world is full of light.
In the midst of all this, it is very sweet to come home to Ralph making Indian food for dinner. Bright, full of vegetables, spice, and color. It is the perfect meal for a couple whose refrigerator is full of condiments. Plain yogurt, mango pickle, Major Gray’s chutney, coconut chutney, garlic pickle. It is our meal of choice when we don’t feel like doing anything complicated. We buy jarred curry sauce, saute veggies and chicken, make some rice. It is vibrant and keeps the taste buds awake, despite the dark. It was so spicy tonight that it made my ears hurt. Does anyone else know that feeling?
So in the spirit of appreciating light, I have reached into the photo archives for scenes from a brighter season. All are mine except where noted.