Daylight Saving Time
On the future.
Because of the time change, the sun was blasting right in my face. Going west on the Pike, riding the bus home from work. On top of that, one of the windows kept falling open despite another rider's best attempts to pound it shut.
Donald Trung Quoc Don (Chữ Hán: 徵國單) - Wikimedia Commons
The wind whipped my hair around, and the outside flickered, just light and shadow, behind my closed eyes as we flew by. Grateful, I guess, that in early March, it was one of many days in a row that'd reach nearly sixty degrees. But the more regular the warmth becomes, the harder it is to sit with.
I'm having a baby in June (baby in the blog soft launch!), so it's hard not to worry. What will he know of winter? How will I explain the world to him, whatever it may be? Ah, I guess, for starters: Yesterday it was four, today it is five.