Sunrise was at 7:00 a.m. (PST) this morning. It says so on the tide table I print and tape to the refrigerator door at two-week intervals. Since the only thing I do in the morning is look out the window to see if I should grab the camera and run down to fail to capture the magic of an outgoing time, again. I barely noticed that seven o’clock part on first glance. I poured a cup of coffee and went out to sit on the porch steps.The quiet of morning. The warmth of coffee. An incoming tide halfway done with its work; seals barking and slapping the water–the grey of dawn hides the mountains across the strait. A hint of fall’s chill is in the coldness of the porch steps. It seeps through my pajamas, old bones creak, but not enough to make me take the coffee back inside. An eagle’s chittering can be heard; not a noise to wake others, just talking to a neighbor, unseen. Seven o’clock?
When running down a trail and some fragment of a memory, some sliver of almost knowledge comes calling, the best I can do is repeat if a few times and hope to recall it when I get home. It seldom works, hundreds of pages of tales and tellings and scribbles and notes have been left on a scratch pad that I never find outside the forested trails. But, I am on the porch and seven o’clock must mean something, I can go inside.
The second cup of coffee is held in front of the tide chart that is on the refrigerator. Will its vapors expose the secret of high tides and low tides and sunrises and sunsets and … sunset? The tide chart is printed two weeks at a time. In a vague sort of way it is useful for running. Running the beach at high tide, if it is a high high-tide, might be ill-advised, but that is of little interest at the moment. My eyes finally catch up with the wisp of memory first stirred on the porch. The important information of the chart is the column headed “sunrise/sunset”. Mt. Stuart’s sunset shadow — by Scott Morelock
Sunrise crosses 7:00 a.m. this morning, sunset is at 4:47 p.m. As the sun continues its (perceived) journey southward, sunset is a minute or two earlier each evening. Instructions or reminders to do this or that are adjusted in accordance with the time of the setting sun. A seemingly few days ago it was to take a flashlight if you will be out past six o’clock. Now I see the 7:00 a.m. and 4:47 p.m. and the card that fills the straight is dealt.
We are approaching the day, in my corner of the world, when the sun cracks the eastern horizon the same number of hours and minutes before midday as will pass before the sun goes out of sight to the west of me, behind the Olympic Mountains. This year it is December 1st, sunrise 7:40 a.m., sunset 4:20 p.m., both Pacific Standard Time. I took the cup of coffee and with a certain amount of smugness, went back to the steps on the front porch.
———-Run gently out there———-