Sunshine and warmer days are divine harbingers of spring, no downside exists. Unless you’re Dracula. Or a Yeti.
Or, sure, a medical researcher — the Chicken Littles of the Universe. Those wimps are in a tizzy over circadian rhythms and disrupted sleep cycles and the grave, mortal danger they pose to all mankind. Researchers say the days following the time change bring a higher risk of strokes and heart attacks, as well as a rise in fatal car crashes and depression. Others, we’ll call them the lunatic fringe, see daylight saving as a example of heavy-handed government intrusion.
Me? I adore springing forward, loathe falling back. But, to my great surprise, I’m undergoing a complete change of heart. Winter, I’ve decided, should be dark. Who wants to see naked trees and a stark, barren landscape? Not I. Shroud it in darkness, mask it from view, that’s fine with me. Dirty, gray snowbanks and tree branches frozen in supplication aren’t a delight to behold. No one enjoys seeing eyesores like that, so, yes, by all means, turn off the goddam light.
And leave it off until the dazzling, hopeful days leading to spring. Then I’ll drink it all in — the buds and shoots and blossoms preparing to burst into life — and I’ll celebrate with the wild abandon of a lottery winner.
So we lose an hour of sleep, big deal; take a nap. And happy springtime to you and yours.