The Witching Hour

I don’t know if this has always been the case, or if it’s a new thing. Almost every night, as the sun sets, I find myself getting increasingly worried about things that range from unlikely to extremely unlikely. It’s as if the sun represents hope and possibility, and as it sets, I feel like yet another day has gone by, and I have too little to show for it. I don’t really have a clever rejoinder, other than to say Carpe Diem!

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