Time. It is a gift. I feel this way when we gain that meager hour with Daylight Savings. An hour you will give back…some gift.
Still, when I get that extra hour I feel a lightness, a smile on my face, and I’m pinching myself all day with what time it really is. I purposely do not change my clocks all at once. I leave a few of them unchanged to note the real time, or er…the new time.
Upon waking, I congratulate myself on getting up so early without even feeling tired. Oh, it’s a miraculous feeling. It’s not 7 a.m., it’s 6 a.m.! And later, it’s not 10:04 a.m., it’s 9:04 a.m. And I’ve already went for a run, made breakfast for my kids, folded three loads of laundry. Okay, no. I made all of that up. Actually, all I did was sit in my bed and read, and that, my friends, was a little slice of heaven, pure, unadulterated happiness. It felt like a free, bonus hour, a get-out-of-jail card. Maybe that’s pushing it. It did feel pretty good though. Really, it felt like the absence of time. Hidden time. Time you’re sneaking away.
This little extra hour, which I must later return, made me wonder if we could be rewarded with extra time every day. Just every day, we got an extra hour. Envision it now. It will only work if everyone is on board. If there are any naysayers, it’s not going to happen. An hour every day, you say? We would have a real warped sense of time then, wouldn’t we? This would be a grand experiment.
I’m betting that in the midst of this experiment, someone would ruin it by asking “What time is it really?” We must see it in analog form, the numbers silently changing without our notice. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard the tick-tick ticking of a clock. We might have to look to the sundial. I don’t know. What time do you think it is?
At bedtime last night, my clock read 11:00 p.m. and I had thought it was really 10:00 p.m. Someone had changed it and it wasn’t me! That idea of being ahead of the curve, fleeting, gone. I had an opportunity to do the right thing for myself and get extra sleep. I’ve already blown it, this chance to redeem my wayward habits and be on a sensible sleep schedule.
Time doesn’t care, really. What time is it? What do you not have time for? We never have enough time. Let’s just call it even and pretend it doesn’t exist. Shall we?
The leaves will still change and fall, no matter what time that clock says.
I hope you enjoyed your extra hour and that it was as special as mine.