September arrived, and the light began its turning.Not dramatically. In the particular Silver Moon way of seasonal change, the shift that happened at the edges first. The quality of the morning light was different from August's morning light. The evenings coming earlier in increments that Eli tracked and reported at breakfast with the focused precision of someone for whom this data was meaningful rather than incidental.Fourteen minutes less than last week, he said on a Tuesday.Damon looked at me.I held my cup.Eli returned to his bread.The tracking had become its own kind of ritual. Like the marks on the wall in the months before his birthday. Like the river stones at the base of the birch tree. Eli documenting the world's changes with the systematic attention of someone who believed that what was measured was better understood and what was better understood was better held.He had started keeping two notebooks now.The current findings notebook from August was still active. A se
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