Happy spring forward day! It’s still light out. I really enjoy the Daylight Saving Time shift days. They’re jarring, jostling us out of our routine. They’re a little antiquated, also–a little quaint, perhaps, harking back to a time when a season clicking denoted a new season of labor–planting seeds and harvesting crop. I think it’s good for our internal clocks to be rattled once in awhile. Maybe that’s why people like traveling: because it feels new and fresh when we’re hungry for dinner and it isn’t even dark out yet! To be displaced in time; to say, it feels like an hour ago but really, it’s now. A feeling otherwise known as jet lag.
[editor’s note: I just learned (via about.com) that Daylight Saving Time was instituted in the United States during WWI “in order to save energy for war production by taking advantage of the later hours of daylight between April and October.” In 2005, “the Energy Policy Act extended Daylight Saving Time by four weeks from the second Sunday of March to the first Sunday of November, with the hope that it would save 10,000 barrels of oil each day through reduced use of power by businesses during daylight hours.” So, alas, it has nothing to do with farmers and sowing crops.]