I live for Daylight Savings Time. Some women live for chocolate or shopping. Me, I'm into daylight.
Around Halloween, when the clocks snatch the last vestiges of light
while we're sleeping, that long lonely road leading to the shortest,
darkest day of the year in December is like sliding down a black hole
The only thing that gets me through the cold, depressing bleakness of
January and February is watching the afternoon sun start to hang higher
in the sky for longer and longer periods until finally, at the end of
March or beginning of April, we have ignition.
Except for this year. This year, THIS WEEKEND, the eleventh of March,
there will be LIGHT. Two whole weeks ahead of time. I am as excited as
a kid with a new puppy. And we get another week tacked on to the back
end. Three more weeks of light a year. Three less weeks of darkness.
It doesn't get better than this. For me anyway. Maybe some day I'll get
a life, but until then, I've been to the mountaintop.
At 2:00 AM this Sunday.