I don't know if it's the changing nature of preference or practicality, but when I saw the sun cracking the horizon at 6 this morning, I was happy. See, I used to look forward to the darkening days of fall, but, while it's still my favorite season, I find myself longing for the extended daylight hours of spring and summer.
The loss of an hour isn't pleasant though. That's something that spring has against it. The longer days meant longer play, but losing that little bit of extra sleep is tough. Tougher as the years roll on. Perhaps that's something that always set me against the warmer months.
It was just weird to experience a longing for those long hours of daylight when for so many years I've wanted just the opposite.