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Equal Light, Friday

The Equinox

A Golden Laced Wyandotte rooster in a camel linen blazer and white open-collar shirt standing in a grand stone archway, half bathed in warm golden sunlight and half in cool blue shadow

The light had been measured down to the second — twelve hours each, a gentleman's agreement between the sun and everything else. He stood in the doorway as if he'd brokered the deal himself. He had always preferred the mornings, but he understood the dark's position.

20 March 2026