Dancing unwillingly into the darkness

and popping out into sunnier skies

It’s that time of year dear reader when the days are almost as short as short can be.

And these days I’m grinding along in a delivery truck.

It’s peak season.

Working for October and November as a tour guide?

That was peak season too.

I’ve gone from one peak to the next.

It’s like going from one ultra endurance long distance bike ride to another.

Having worked twenty days and well over two hundred hours, I have between three and thirteen working days left.

This plan I’ve had is seeming more like a plan and less like a bedtime story. How could I suppress such joy?

Like a long bike ride, my ass is tender and there are parts of me that hurt that I didn’t know existed up until meow.

This evening, I took a walk around the lake. As I did I looked around and realized just how close I am to the end of this tough part.

It’s great. Each day I’ve been grinding myself into increasingly darker days. The work has been physically punishing.

And while walking into a stiff winter wind, I felt the lightness of…