In case you didn’t know, Daylight Saving Time will begin a month earlier than usual this year here in the States. It’s probably only a matter of time before the concept is legislated out of existence entirely. Ever since I was a child, I looked forward to the artificial changing of the clocks. I suppose it’s because I grew up at such a southern latitude that Summer always overstayed its welcome. The calender may have said Autumn, but the trees were always still green come the end of October.

And I hated Summer with a passion. I hated the heat. I hated being out of school. I rarely looked forward to my birthday, since that week always seemed to be the hottest and longest of the season. Even now, I don’t give the day much thought. But when the clocks changed and the sun set earlier, I knew Summer was over. It’s how I came to mark the change of season.

Now, however, I live somewhere entirely different. Winter isn’t exactly harsh here, but it comes early and stays late. In some ways, Summer never really comes to pass. And while I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for Winter to “end”, I suppose I look forward to the day I pull the clock down from the wall and spin the hour hand forward. And I’ll miss it when it’s gone.

Just a thought as I rewatch Air for the first time.