It’s Lughnasadh/Lammas/the mid point between the summer solstice and the autumnal equinox today. This week I’ve noticed that we don’t have the lingering evening light past 9:00 anymore. When Toby gets me up at 5:30, it’s a lot darker.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

(Don’t take the advice in that poem literally, of course)