It seems funny to be writing about sunlight on a day that is so dark I've thought it was bedtime since I got up.
It seems funny because I'm sort of twisted and love cloudy days. Sometimes I prefer them.
Funny because you generally need a flashlight to get around my house or office or anywhere you find me spending large amounts of time. I'm not a fan of overhead lighting and fluorescent light generally sends me into convulsions.
But Spring means that extra hour....and then two or three after I get home. I witness the flaming sky and fleeting sun but not through my dirty windshield. I get to be me when I get home. Playing in the yard. Taking clothes off the line. Pulling weeds. Taking pictures.
I get to do the things that I desire...that pile up after a long day of being stuck behind a desk. After the long commute the little farm is still awake and waiting for me.
I'm ready to Spring forward.