No more sunrises on the
way to work.
Oh, sure, I’ll still get
to see some unbelievable skies, especially those when snow is near and the
clouds are purple and pink and teal. But
I am hopeful that after we fall back again, my life in the morning will
improve.
Right now it’s so damn
dark when I leave the house for work that I have to lock the front door by
guessing. Every car’s headlights are on,
and I have to adapt my rearview mirror to avoid direct hits into the eyes by
vehicles behind me. By the time I arrive at work, the sky has
lightened, and I watch the sunrise bust out over the sky.
No matter. That’s all over.
I probably won’t be seeing
the mist rising eerily off the pond as I creep through the semi-dark behind the
police barracks and down the back road that circumvents the state forest. I probably won’t be able to sneak into work
under the cloak of pre-dawn. I probably
won’t have to worry about being seen standing on the heaters and window sills
in order to open windows while my room lights blare into the morning grayness.
I’ll be going from
headlights to sunlight blinding me on my way toward the long, solitary street
of school traffic that backs up for an hour every morning – but usually after I’ve
already arrived as long as I leave twenty minutes before I really have to
because I’d rather be in my room being productive than sitting within view of
the parking lot but unable to actually get there during the rush-hour blockade.
Thanks for ending,
Daylight Savings Time, and good riddance to you. Take those damn dark mornings with you. Too bad you’ll be taking those startling and
magnificent sunrises with you, too.
Thank you, though, for
giving me a beauty of a view from my room on Friday morning. Perfect ending for us both.
