The Light in August


William Faulkner wrote a southern gothic novel The Light in August that I haven’t read. The title is a reference to a house on fire, but for me the Light in August is a liminal phenomenon.

With the light now angled two months past the equinox and casting lanky shadows, the days remain hot.

A gap opens in the habits of light and temperature. I sense a difference, the sun steering toward autumn and the heat still clinging, days shorter and the vibrant green beginning to tire and turn. And on the seasons pass.

By David Klein

David Klein

Published novelist, creative writer, journalist, avid reader, discriminating screen watcher.


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