March 2022 SOLC–Day 13
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On the horizon light spills over into day. Walking into the kitchen, I glance at the wall clock. 5:24. I tap my Fitbit to see if it needs charging. 6:24.
I’m thoroughly befuddled for a long moment… until I remember: Today is Daylight Savings. Someone had mentioned it a day or two ago, but I had totally forgotten. I fight the sensation of already being behind.
Outside, the birds are already busy, scrabbling amongst yesterday’s snow for yesterday’s seed. Flitting in and out from the feeders. Retreating from the birch to the apple tree and beyond. They’re still a bit shadowy in the dim light, but I can identify them: Junco. Mourning dove. Gold finch. Tufted titmouse. White-breasted nuthatch. Downy woodpecker. There’s such satisfaction in naming them. Such quiet pleasure in watching them.
Do they know it’s an hour later than they thought?
How arbitrary this thing we call time is.