Spike is Best

One of the joys of late winter early spring is the incremental expansion of the evening light. It begins to last longer minute by minute with each day or so, until one evening, say, in mid to late February, you say to yourself, "I feel the light gaining, it's longer now, and I was unaware of it constantly gathering, little by little. But here we are." You feel the large universal movements; a slow, steady, yet also rapid, widening release.

And then this daylight savings comes along and ruins all of it. Robs you of all the cherished drip drops of gathering time. Oh, you're wanting more daylight hours are you? Well, we can fix that for you - yes sir!

And just like that, like some stupid fix-it team followed by a brass band and baton twirlers comes running around the corner and uproots the whole damn thing, and then parades away, but not before leaving you with a credit card of ten grand and all you have to do is dial the number and you're good to go.

Whoever you are, (Saruman) you take away the struggle and the slow victory and thus you enslave us.

Stop it with daylight savings. End the five day work week. Make it four. Reduce the work day hours. Make them five or six.