Springing forward into Daylight Savings Time is always painful. Springing forward in early March (rather than in late April, as we did in days of yore) is agonizing. Springing forward in early March in western Indiana is torture.
When I moved to Indiana a year and a half ago, I was stunned to discover that the part of Indiana where I live is on Eastern time, even though we are two and a half hours south of Chicago, which is on Central time, and positioned west of Nashville, which is on Central time. We are on the farthest west fringe of Eastern time, which means that it is DARK here in the mornings. VERY VERY DARK here in the mornings. But as the days crept along, moving us from the winter solstice toward the vernal equinox, it was finally getting so that the mornings were a teensy-weensy bit light, a few pale rays of hope peeking over the horizon. Progress was being made. And now, with that hour cruelly lost last weekend, all progress was undone, and the sun rose in Greencastle this morning at 8:03. 8:03!!!
I'm haunted by these lines from Emily Dickinson:
Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
I want to answer Emily, "Not in Indiana, no way!"
Okay. No more wallowing in despair. I need to get a grip on these dark mornings. So here are the bracing thoughts I'm trying to tell myself.
1) For a person who gets up early, as I am supposed to be, it shouldn't matter whether the sun rises at 7 or 8. A soi-disant morning person should be up at 6, or 5, or 4, long before the dawn.
2) The days WILL get longer, much as it seems now that they won't. Brighter mornings are guaranteed by the laws of science themselves.
3) So this is just a temporary setback. And I've had so many temporary setbacks in my life. I've had rejections, bad reviews, heartbreaks, various devastating losses. I'm good at bouncing back. I'm good at starting over.
I just checked the Old Farmer's Almanac online, and tomorrow the sun will rise in Greencastle at 8:01, and by the Ides of March it will rise at 7:58. We're making progress to the tune of a minute a day.
And that's the way that spring comes, a minute at a time.