Seasonal shifts; closing in on the bedtime routine; sleep

Around July 7th, there's a shift in the sky.  The angle of sunlight upon the trees.  The function equation wavers an adjustment. A sin cosin formulaic color blend of the shadow effect.  Colors deepen.  The flora play catch with the large blindingly yellow white orb in the sky and by August, it is clear, the play season is coming near its end.  Soon it will be dusky lavender and then grey.  It will be time to come in for the night.  Or go in and get ready for bed.  Time to end your day and that summer's teasing glimpse of the transcendence of time.  For it will be time to closee your eyes and sleep.  To let go of the day, the richness, the excitement, or the banality of the living experienced in the day's memory and embark to the ocean of sleep.  Sleep.  That vague place where darkness either covers everything or just plain, old obliterates.  The necessary recuperation needed for the human body.  A physical need, like oxegyn and water.  Noirishment to sustain this life.  But sleep and dreaming provides a glimpse into an unknown but inevitable future.  That twilight bewitching jour when all the reassurance in a sage's pouch of tricks and spells cannot promise a dusting of promise that you will wake up to live another day.  The separation anxiety is so palpable when we are juveniles.  That span of time between a newborn to a hormonal landscape of adulthood.  The horizen speaks of sleep. But where do we go when we sleep?  And what is the difference between a midnight disengagement and an earthly demise?  Perhaps there is yet another stage of development the soul morphs into after this earthly metamorphosis.  But so what?  Who will care to awake in a new land knly to have forgotten the one that was such a struggle and yet had such a hold?  I love this life, this place where I can collect books, acrue knowledge, listen to my children discuss the significance of how many trucks they count within one mile of driving.  I live this place where the hope of a honorable calling and its consequent dream is what means my life giving.  The call.  The dream.  The love.  The hope.  The faith that this earthling life is all worth it.  That it is significant.  And to let it all go is painful.  It is a lot to ask of my limited mind.