Struggling to peek still. The photo label says 4:20 p.m., and the sun is fighting hard to stay between the two houses. The yellow roses are trying to hang in, too, but not so much.

Marching left. With another month gone by, I notice the sunset not only getting earlier — yes, indeed, before 4:30 p.m. to get this low how high up I live in the Northern Hemisphere — but it’s also moving along the horizon with some daily speed. By the winter solstice, it may line up with…