But mine is not to question those who command the springing forward and the falling back.
Whose idea was it to jilt us this way, leaving us in cold November with our unsaved remnants of daylight petering out before the workday ends? In my childhood, as early as that, I remember observing the same despair every autumn: the feeling that sunshine, summertime, and probably life itself had passed me by before I'd even finished a halfway decent tree fort. Personally I would vote for one more hour of light on winter evenings instead of the sudden, extra-early blackout.
“The tunnel of winter had settled over our lives, ushered in by that great official Hoodwink, the end of daylight saving time.
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