Day Light Savings, How I Love Thee

As I marinate through the years, there is one thing that has become more dear to me than anything else, sunshine. I'll take it any way I can get it: directly, through rain clouds, in my house, outside, on vacation, at work (I heart you too, window cube), walking down the street, running, waiting for the bus, shopping on a Sunday. Well, you get the idea.

I first noticed my love for the sun when I was in my early teens. Trying to see how far back my memory would go (and trying to prove to my mother that we have indeed moved quite a bit), I conjured up my favorite memories. In all of these memories, there was one constant-- direct, unforgiving, and blinding sunshine. Later in life, when asked what my perfect day looked like, I began with the weather- and you guessed, sunshine was the star.

This past weekend, we all set our clocks one hour forward. Most are quick to gripe that we lose an hour of sleep but I beg to differ. Instead, I say we GAIN an hour of sun and there are few things more healthy than that. I found myself in my usual winter weekend postion, horizontal on my couch with remote in hand flipping mindlessly through reality television, with one small difference: I could not remove the ear-to-ear grin on my face caused by that big ball of fire in the sky.

Pleased with day light savings and myself, I celebrated by participating in my favorite activity: napping.