A Matter of Solar Trigonometry

There have been differences in each winter -- just as many variations for every summer I've ever experienced. Such irregularity steals my recognition of how time moves by and through us.

But...

There has always been a never-changing constant of how the sun passes at a lower and lower angle every year heading into winter. For me, there is no more complete marker of time, as it inexorably unwinds.



I was waiting for my dad in that old Plymouth, marveling at the scent of the jute and rubber floor mats as the low winter sun poured warmth through the glass. I worried about how I would survive someday losing him and mom. They were older than most kid's parents so, in a twisted way. I felt cheated. Now, years later, I know I wasn't...it was simply the path the sun must rightfully take.