End of Days

Driving home from East Hampton in the late afternoon yesterday, I looked in my rear view window and got a vivid reminder of how short the days grow in December.  

 In the words of Isaac Bashevis Singer:  "The sun burned like a flame. The days had shortened and night came swiftly. One moment it was light, the next it was dark. The sun did not set but fell into the water like a meteor."  

It was 4:32.

Hither Hills West Overlook