The shifting sun


THE SUN SHIFTS with the seasons, of course, but I’d never actually noticed it doing so until I moved to Mexico.

I’m usually up before dawn, reading the news and gossip on the computer, and facing a large, second-floor window that looks out to the mountains. It’s the sort of setting that makes the seasons’ shifting sun hard to miss.

I attribute my never noticing this first-hand before to my decades of working evenings and sleeping late. By 10 a.m. or so, the sun is simply in the sky, and where it was born at dawn each day isn’t an issue.

This morning, I slept a bit later than usual, and when I walked through the living room en route to the coffeemaker in the kitchen, something I usually do in the dark, this is what I saw — sun on the staircase wall. I delayed my morning coffee long enough to get my camera for the photo. For you, I make sacrifices.

It’s late March, and we dodged the bullet. It’s a rare winter when it does not often freeze overnight in January and February, and once it even did so in early March after skipping January and February, fooling me into thinking we’d dodged a bullet that year too, but we had not. I think now that we have. Not one freeze.

¡Qué bueno!

The tenants staying in our downtown casita asked the other day which month is best for visiting here, February or March. That would be March, of course, I told them, unless you want to risk freezing your keister most nights.

But our sweetest month of all is November, and the sun arrives through a different door.