So tonight we move the clocks. Husband is very excited. He loves evening light, and even though he understands that the day isn’t actually ANY LONGER (still 24 hours, mostly 12 dark and 12 light as of now), there is light after he comes home from work, which makes him think (rightly) that he’s got a life outside the office and the commute.
I am less excited, and not only because I have a 7:00 meeting tomorrow morning. I like morning light. I like to wake up and see the sky holding that blue pre-dawn light. I like arriving at school on those work-days with the sky light. And let’s face it, I’m going to bed early, so the light night thing is less important to me (and even, sometimes, gets in the way of my plans to fall asleep by nine). (Just kidding.) (Sort of.)
But it has been the most mild winter in our 11 winters here in the Frozen Mountaintops, and we’ve even had a couple of warm-your-skin days lately. Spring is moving in, and I can give up some weeks of morning light to make room for Spring.
So I’ll see you bright and early (dark and early?) Sunday morning, and if I feel the need to grumble, I’ll do it while it’s still dark so nobody can see.
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It would be hard for me to decide if I appreciate morning or evening light more. But I tell ya, by March I am craving light wherever I can get it.
It would be hard for me to decide if I appreciate morning or evening light more. But I tell ya, by March I am craving light wherever I can get it.
We grew up on the western edge of the eastern time zone, so we got plenty of dark mornings. From about mid-October through mid-March it didn’t get really light until about 9 am. I learned to really like the morning darkness. There’s a serenity about it, plus I feel like I got a jump on the day.
I now agree with Husband: light at night is best.
Our 3 years in Minnesota were another experience entirely. Winter daylight from about 10 until about 4. And the sun never got too far off the horizon. It was always shining in the windows.
We grew up on the western edge of the eastern time zone, so we got plenty of dark mornings. From about mid-October through mid-March it didn’t get really light until about 9 am. I learned to really like the morning darkness. There’s a serenity about it, plus I feel like I got a jump on the day.
I now agree with Husband: light at night is best.
Our 3 years in Minnesota were another experience entirely. Winter daylight from about 10 until about 4. And the sun never got too far off the horizon. It was always shining in the windows.
I like both. If I could have the sun come at up at 5:30 and set at 9 every night of the year, I’d be a happy girl.
I like both. If I could have the sun come at up at 5:30 and set at 9 every night of the year, I’d be a happy girl.
I feel you. I’m ready for spring and I’m willing to give up a little sun to get it. Although today, I went on a walk and felt the sun pouring down and the wind whipping up my hair and I felt so freaking ready for springtime. =]
I feel you. I’m ready for spring and I’m willing to give up a little sun to get it. Although today, I went on a walk and felt the sun pouring down and the wind whipping up my hair and I felt so freaking ready for springtime. =]