This morning I was awoken by the sweet sounds of wildlife...birds mostly, but I felt like I was living in the middle of an enchanted forest. It was 5:50 A.M., and it put me in the nicest mood. I felt like Snow White! The funny thing about this is that I live in an old neighborhood in the middle of a fairly large city. I marvel that hawks and owls can thrive in such an urban environment.
Too bad that we are springing forward on Sunday. When I think about when life seems hardest, it is always when I've had to get up in the pre-dawn hours. In the summer, I have no difficulty being up by 6 A.M., but when it is pitch dark out (and cold) it is another story. I really can't figure out who this time change benefits. Often, friends tell me that they enjoy having the extra hour in the evening, but invariably, their jobs don't demand an early rise and I truly can't figure out how the extra hour of evening daylight could make a dramatic difference.
So, I'll enjoy my taste of singing birds and gradual morning light only to have it yanked away. In the end, I'll get it back once again. By mid-April, the birds will sing to wake me once again.