The days are short
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
John Updike, "January," A Child’s Calendar, 1965
I'm glad today is short, for I've worked very hard and I'm tired. At day's end I watched the sun finish its retreat into winter, and then set. I sighed. Tomorrow's sun will begin retracing its path, right, across the lake -- to its summer's end rest stop.
For today, I say, rest sun. You have done well.