Last night, I left work, looked up and saw this. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, immediately feeling chilled and sick to my stomach.
A couple of years ago, on an evening not unlike this night, I left work, drove home, walked in our front door, called out a greeting to my husband and began putting my stuff away. Then, he said something that filled me with cold and nausea: "What are you doing home? It's not yet 5 o'clock."
Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness! At work, I had gotten it into my head that it was 5 o'clock, picked up my stuff and gone home. I'd left work in the middle of the afternoon! Then, with the chill past me and flaming cheeks firmly established in its place, I called my boss and confessed what had happened. She just laughed (along with all my co-workers for months afterwards), but I felt like such a fool.
So, last night, when I looked up and saw the blue sky, though I'd recently grown accustomed to commuting home in the dark, that damp-hands-but-dry-throat feeling overcame me again. I fumbled around in my bag for my cell phone, silently pleading, "Please don't tell me I just did it again!"
Thankfully, I had not.
It was after 5 o'clock. The days are just getting longer, and I was able to smile up at the blue sky as I walked to the train station.