Yesterday the sun hung in the sky for 10 hours and 24 minutes in these parts.
Today the sun cheats us out of two minutes, only hanging around for 10 hours and 22 minutes.
Way I figure it, I lost two minutes of Ra time as he travels on his night-barque.
The eggplants, now barren, cast long November shadows as the world dims.
What possible hour do we think we wrought last night?
If I must chose betwen the sun and hubris, I choose the sun.