He hated the
fall time change. Hated that for four months of the year, he did chores in the
dark before work and chores in the dark after work.
Every night it
seemed to get darker sooner, and his mood was as black as 6:30pm in December.
He caught the
shadows out of the corner of his eye while walking to the barn. Probably just
coyotes at the edge of the forest.
Leaving the
barn, the shadows were larger and closer, and he found himself running back to
the house.
He slammed the
door behind him, gasping and hating winter.
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