On Saturday, March 12th, we lose an hour of sleep for the annual ritual of setting the clock back for the first day of Daylight Savings Time. Well technically, the lost hour happens on the next day.
It’s not a day I look forward to, not in my sleep-deprived middle years anyway.
But this morning I was wide awake at 6 am, sleep-deprived or not, and was thinking that 6 am will be darker on Sunday. Maybe that’s good for those of us who are not early birds.
Spring is indeed coming, and my late afternoon walk confirmed that with all the blooming flowers in the local neighborhood gardens. Calla lilies, asters, cherry blossoms, and freesia, as well as blooming succulents and other non-thirsty plants whose names I do not know, were everywhere I looked.
It was a soothing thing to take in after a long, stressful, tiring day at work.