They call it springing ahead but we're not spring ahead into anything. How we mark our hours will change. My 6:30 graylight will become 7:30 graylight. 6:30 will be relegated to cold darkness for a time. I'll need to adjust my sense of time and light to estimate the new hours.
Estimating the time is an ancient art for me. I'm a regular Timex, marking time with food and sleep, sips of coffee and wine, activities and conversation. Somewhere in me a sundial stands on the banks of the river of time. Hour glasses flow with with the sands of time, endlessly turning over. Alarm clocks go off. Timers count up and count down. I'm a perpetual time machine.
I don't cherish such marking of time but I don't fear or deride it, either. It's another facet of the work in progress that I am and will always be. In years past, I thought that you grew up and became someone. Then you worked and retired and became someone else.
But people are like rivers and mountains, seemingly eternal but often changing even as we look. We think we see it all but we're conditioned to what we think we see and often miss the changes, from health to hair styles.
This weekend, we'll set the clocks ahead one hour on Sunday. I'll do it Saturday night before going to bed so I get up to the 'correct' time. No matter what hour the clock shows, my mind and body will know the time.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com