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Fading Light

20240407 - Near the end of our trail we stopped at a mirador above Lago Cochrane. A sharp breeze cut through the tufts of coirón and the shadows grew long as we shared chocolate amongst the school kids. Maida and Nancy and Pablo and Restrepo and I had taken them out for one more hike before the days became too short and weather too cold.  

The sun set to the west. Edges of the remaining clouds still lit the sky, but barely. It washed all colour out of Argentina, leaving only a trail of light leading across the lake, back home. 

With the days getting shorter and evenings cooler, we could feel it,

The season was ending,

And so was our time here.