Days are getting shorter

[tarheelwx]

I went running last night and there was still light in the sky at 9:30.  That is changing though.  Also, there' a nice system moving through the northern rockies dropping some snow.  NWS has 4-8" for Lone Peak at Big Sky Sky Resort in Montana today.  TW

[Isopycnic]

Winter is coming.

[FallsLake]

Yep we're slowly losing daylight, but we'll still be heating up (by averages) until ~ 21st of this month. After that the heat intake will be weaker than the heat lose and we'll start slowly cooling (from averages).  

 

**A few years back our hottest one week period was the first week of September.  

[Cold Rain]

I can't wait till get gets dark early at like 5:00. Love it!

[Snowless in Carrollton]

We've already lost about 11 minutes of daylight, mostly in the morning. At least we're starting to lose a little more each and every day.

[FallsLake]

Average daily highs for RDU: Looks like July 19th is the magic date where average temps start to drop. 

 

July 11 193 90.4 70 0.16     July 12 194 90.4 70 0.15     July 13 195 90.4 70.1 0.16     July 14 196 90.4 70.1 0.16     July 15 197 90.4 70.1 0.17     July 16 198 90.4 70.1 0.16     July 17 199 90.4 70.1 0.17     July 18 200 90.4 70.1 0.17     July 19 201 90.3 70.1 0.16     July 20 202 90.3 70.1 0.16     July 21 203 90.3 70.1 0.16     July 22 204 90.2 70.1 0.16     July 23 205 90.2 70.1 0.16     July 24 206 90.1 70.1 0.16     July 25 207 90.1 70 0.16     July 26 208 90 70 0.16     July 27 209 90 70 0.15     July 28 210 89.9 69.9 0.15     July 29 211 89.9 69.9 0.16     July 30 212 89.8 69.9 0.17     July 31 213 89.8 69.8 0.16  

[yotaman]

I cannot wait until #1 cooler weather, #2 earlier sunsets like around 6 pm.

[kvegas-wx]

Eagerly awaiting that first morning low back in the 50's.

[Cold Rain]

Shorter Days

 

The first hint of dwindling daylight brings with it great anticipation of a new season, ready to awaken from a long rest.  The hot and steamy days of summer become fewer and farther between, as whispers of fall begin to arrive with the brush of the cool north wind. The crisp morning air gives way to afternoon’s warmth, and evening shadows grow steadily longer over crops and fields, eagerly awaiting their first glimpse of the Harvest Moon.

 

By and by, days seem to pass more quickly, as the sleepy sun shortens its stretch into the autumn sky.  The chilly morning dew becomes a frosty prelude to a colder time, while pumpkins, in all their lustrous glory, lay patiently waiting to fulfill their destinies, lighting the landscape with ghoulish grins or to be set atop dinner tables, beautifully baked into sweet tastes of fall.  And tossed about by the fresh evening breeze, the season’s first fallen leaves rustle swiftly along, growing in voice and vigor, as they sweep down sidewalks and brush past lampposts.

 

As daylight descends further, the specter of approaching darkness reaches even into the midday hour, as if conjured forth by some veiled and brooding force.  Spooks and shadows now hold the night, haunting every street and every home, until each sweet surprise has been relinquished by its former master.  Sounds of laughter and shrieks of terror, set beneath the full moonlight, give an eerie sense of life to the night, and the night seems to stretch on, far longer than it should.  But even the longest and darkest nights must bend before the breaking dawn.  And as morning‘s light spills over the horizon, it sponges clean the illusions of the night, whose shadows steal away, slipping back into their extended slumber, patiently waiting to be resurrected on some distant autumn evening.

 

Finally free from the fading night, thoughts now turn toward heart and home.  The harvest is finished, and friends and families come together to celebrate and to give thanks for time shared and abundant blessings.  The countryside is dotted with haystacks and corn stacks and brimming baskets, laden with the fruits of the season.  The heavens are alive as great, meandering streams of birds wander south in search of warmer days, while trees, once adorned in faded green, now burn with the brilliant hues of autumn’s majesty, even as the chop of a distant axe sounds warning of its final hours.

 

Though the days grow old, the laughter of children rekindles the lost imagination and innocence of a time long passed.  The smell of fresh evergreen fills the air and the bustle of a new season bids fond farewell to the last.  Ribbons tied, lights strung, mangers set, and stockings hung mark the beginning of even colder days and even longer nights.  Wafting smoke from warm chimneys sets low in the air, as lights dance about the landscape, and cheerful carols are carried along on the breath of the winter wind.  Spirits are lifted as days draw down, and for a moment – all too short a moment – the unrelenting tug of the busy world is stilled by a silent, faithful peace – a peace that seem most fully found in the year’s final hours.

 

The year draws its last breath, as a new one begins.  And while the first specs of snow drift slowly downward, a warm comfort rises from the dependable renewing of life.  Soon, falling snow will give way to the sound of rushing water, as cool spring rains lift brooks and streams to their brims.  Soon, warm sunshine will awaken the world, setting it aglow in brilliant color of a different kind.  Soon, the roll of distant thunder amidst the heat of the afternoon will meet the creak of a restful rocking chair and mingle for a spell on a nearby porch.  And soon, the hot and steamy days of summer will begin to feel the gentle nudge of the cool north wind, whispering tales of shorter days and shivery nights.

 

But even though the faithfulness of time draws near a brighter and milder day, its call is hushed by the soft and steady fall of winter’s first snow.  The warmth of a sooner sunset endures.  The lure of a steady starlight lingers.  And as the landscape transforms into a wonderland of white, there is no sweeter solace than in the chilly embrace of a long winter’s night.

[Met1985]

Average daily highs for RDU: Looks like July 19th is the magic date where average temps start to drop.

July 11 193 90.4 70 0.16 July 12 194 90.4 70 0.15 July 13 195 90.4 70.1 0.16 July 14 196 90.4 70.1 0.16 July 15 197 90.4 70.1 0.17 July 16 198 90.4 70.1 0.16 July 17 199 90.4 70.1 0.17 July 18 200 90.4 70.1 0.17 July 19 201 90.3 70.1 0.16 July 20 202 90.3 70.1 0.16 July 21 203 90.3 70.1 0.16 July 22 204 90.2 70.1 0.16 July 23 205 90.2 70.1 0.16 July 24 206 90.1 70.1 0.16 July 25 207 90.1 70 0.16 July 26 208 90 70 0.16 July 27 209 90 70 0.15 July 28 210 89.9 69.9 0.15 July 29 211 89.9 69.9 0.16 July 30 212 89.8 69.9 0.17 July 31 213 89.8 69.8 0.16

Thanks for posting Falls!

[Met1985]

CR great post man! I'm ready for fall!

[FallsLake]

Cold Rain, on 12 Jul 2016 - 2:24 PM, said:

Shorter Days

 

The first hint of dwindling daylight brings with it great anticipation of a new season, ready to awaken from a long rest.  The hot and steamy days of summer become fewer and farther between, as whispers of fall begin to arrive with the brush of the cool north wind. The crisp morning air gives way to afternoon’s warmth, and evening shadows grow steadily longer over crops and fields, eagerly awaiting their first glimpse of the Harvest Moon.

 

By and by, days seem to pass more quickly, as the sleepy sun shortens its stretch into the autumn sky.  The chilly morning dew becomes a frosty prelude to a colder time, while pumpkins, in all their lustrous glory, lay patiently waiting to fulfill their destinies, lighting the landscape with ghoulish grins or to be set atop dinner tables, beautifully baked into sweet tastes of fall.  And tossed about by the fresh evening breeze, the season’s first fallen leaves rustle swiftly along, growing in voice and vigor, as they sweep down sidewalks and brush past lampposts.

 

As daylight descends further, the specter of approaching darkness reaches even into the midday hour, as if conjured forth by some veiled and brooding force.  Spooks and shadows now hold the night, haunting every street and every home, until each sweet surprise has been relinquished by its former master.  Sounds of laughter and shrieks of terror, set beneath the full moonlight, give an eerie sense of life to the night, and the night seems to stretch on, far longer than it should.  But even the longest and darkest nights must bend before the breaking dawn.  And as morning‘s light spills over the horizon, it sponges clean the illusions of the night, whose shadows steal away, slipping back into their extended slumber, patiently waiting to be resurrected on some distant autumn evening.

 

Finally free from the fading night, thoughts now turn toward heart and home.  The harvest is finished, and friends and families come together to celebrate and to give thanks for time shared and abundant blessings.  The countryside is dotted with haystacks and corn stacks and brimming baskets, laden with the fruits of the season.  The heavens are alive as great, meandering streams of birds wander south in search of warmer days, while trees, once adorned in faded green, now burn with the brilliant hues of autumn’s majesty, even as the chop of a distant axe sounds warning of its final hours.

 

Though the days grow old, the laughter of children rekindles the lost imagination and innocence of a time long passed.  The smell of fresh evergreen fills the air and the bustle of a new season bids fond farewell to the last.  Ribbons tied, lights strung, mangers set, and stockings hung mark the beginning of even colder days and even longer nights.  Wafting smoke from warm chimneys sets low in the air, as lights dance about the landscape, and cheerful carols are carried along on the breath of the winter wind.  Spirits are lifted as days draw down, and for a moment – all too short a moment – the unrelenting tug of the busy world is stilled by a silent, faithful peace – a peace that seem most fully found in the year’s final hours.

 

The year draws its last breath, as a new one begins.  And while the first specs of snow drift slowly downward, a warm comfort rises from the dependable renewing of life.  Soon, falling snow will give way to the sound of rushing water, as cool spring rains lift brooks and streams to their brims.  Soon, warm sunshine will awaken the world, setting it aglow in brilliant color of a different kind.  Soon, the roll of distant thunder amidst the heat of the afternoon will meet the creak of a restful rocking chair and mingle for a spell on a nearby porch.  And soon, the hot and steamy days of summer will begin to feel the gentle nudge of the cool north wind, whispering tales of shorter days and shivery nights.

 

But even though the faithfulness of time draws near a brighter and milder day, its call is hushed by the soft and steady fall of winter’s first snow.  The warmth of a sooner sunset endures.  The lure of a steady starlight lingers.  And as the landscape transforms into a wonderland of white, there is no sweeter solace than in the chilly embrace of a long winter’s night.

A great read that emphasizes what most of us look forward to; at least on this board. 

[calculus1]

Shorter Days

 

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Awesome!  A CR essay on fading daylight.  I enjoyed it and identified with it, good sir.  Thanks!

[Brick Tamland]

I can't wait till get gets dark early at like 5:00. Love it!

That is just bizarre. You like having less daylight to spend outside and feeling tired at 7:00 at night?

[Cold Rain]

Thanks guys!

Yes, Brickster. Love me some rapidly diminishing daylight!

[Isopycnic]

That is just bizarre. You like having less daylight to spend outside and feeling tired at 7:00 at night?

Indeed. Means that snow will fall soon on the 384hr GFS

[Avdave]

Thanks guys!

Yes, Brickster. Love me some rapidly diminishing daylight!

Im with you for the most part. when I lived in New Hampshire the sun would be setting at 345 and sunset around 415 or so. It took a while to get used to for a bit but was nice too.

[Avdave]

Indeed. Means that snow will fall soon on the 384hr GFS

Does the JMA show snow already?

[Cold Rain]

Im with you for the most part. when I lived in New Hampshire the sun would be setting at 345 and sunset around 415 or so. It took a while to get used to for a bit but was nice too.

Nice! That's pretty early for sure. Like right now, when it gets dark, it's almost time to go to bed. But in mid-December, when it gets dark then, there are still hours before bedtime!

[Avdave]

Nice! That's pretty early for sure. Like right now, when it gets dark, it's almost time to go to bed. But in mid-December, when it gets dark then, there are still hours before bedtime!

I know you were grinning ear to ear typing that part of your post LOL

That is true and a good point, speaking of which I need to go to bed

[NWNC2015]

Yellowstone Park Service posted this yesterday. Think the snow level got down to 6,500ft.

 

[lookingnorth]

I like the long days in summer, I just wish the sun angle was lower.

I think London, ON has the best sunrise/sunset times and angles in this time zone.