Like it or not, it’s that time again. Time to enter the cave of early darkness that gets compounded with colder temperatures and questionable precipitation impact. Only two more days–really, just one-and-a-half.
I’m talking, of course, about exiting daylight savings time and re-entering standard time, with accompanying seasonal changes. I listen as the clock on my office wall ticks away the minutes toward the inevitable Saturday night switch. “Spring forward, fall back,” goes the rhythmic reminder. Tic-toc, tic-toc. The clock’s relentless movement reminds me that I’m a tic-toc person being forced into a temporary toc-tic world.
“Get over it,” says the world around me. Good advice. I should be “over it” after four score years.
“Are you nuts?” somebody says. “Daylight savings time isn’t natural. It’s just something somebody made up–perhaps a riddle about the old adage, ‘It’s later than you think.'”
Yeah, I know all that. I know, too, about the cows who have to be milked no matter what the clock on the wall says. I come from a dairy family. I did my stint in the milking stall. I never heard the cows complain about the time on a clock! They don’t care whether it’s tic-toc, or toc-tic. Every day’s the same…a swish of the tail says, “Just feed me and get this over so I can get back to the pasture.”
To me, it’s all a matter of perspective. I like to live on the side of energy, forward movement, and light. I enjoy the longer days, shorter nights. My post-cataract eyes cope with driving in the dark. My body chemistry, however, seems geared to DST.
So, here we are. Tomorrow night I’ll heave a sigh and set my clocks back an hour. Toc-tic. I’ll begin counting down the days until the winter solstice when daylight begins to consume more of each day. I’ll anticipate the return of tic-toc time in March. After all, toc-tic time is just a temporary interruption!