On March 8th, the majority of North Americans rejoiced in Daylight Saving and the positive change it would bring.
Me? I shed a little tear and whined a bit.
In exchange for extended sun and light in the evening, I gave up the morning sun that had been showing its face for the two weeks prior. I LOVE morning sun. Love waking up to it. In the week before Daylight Saving, I brought out the sunglasses a few sun-blinding times during a drive into work. On March 9th, at 6:30 am, I once again drove in the dark, feeling a bit grumpy, missing the big yellow ball.
But then I finally realized that with the sun in my face two weeks ago, I was missing the awesome sunrises of winter days past, much like this one.
Today, while driving down the same road, I encountered the sky on fire.
It was really THAT red. The morning sky was so gorgeous that I drove past the office and onto the highway overpass to get a better look at the blaze.
With Daylight Saving time, I have been able to re-live the gorgeous sunrises that occur about five minutes before I have to sit in an office for the remainder of the morning. The sunlight comes through the office window, but I rarely pay attention to the sky as I turn on the computer and head to the coffee pot. Soon, there will be full-on sunlight in the early morning again, the sun will blind, I’ll whip out the sunglasses and the red-sky fire on the horizon will be forgotten.
That’s perfectly fine. It’s spring – time to gaze happily past winter’s sunrise toward longer days and a warm-up to summer.
(PS: If you or your cat would love a fabulous sunset photo, please run over to “Hands on Bowie” and check out the Red Dot.)