Two photos taken at 6:30 and at about a mile and a quarter into my morning run. They were taken three days apart, the photo on the left this past Saturday and the photo on the right Tuesday of this week. In between, of course, the dawn, as it were, of daylight saving time.
On Saturday the sun rose at 7:02, so by 6:30 early light lit my morning path. And, yes, we had a coating of snow the night before. The sun would not make its formal Tuesday appearance until 7:58, so there was barely a hint of any light at 6:30, save that reflected by the setting moon.
All in all, I am not a daylight saving time fan, especially since we moved to Indiana. Indiana happens to be at the far western edge of the eastern time zone. Friends in Philadelphia, rosy-fingered dawn spreads her light across your sky 42 minutes before we have so much of a suggestion of her arrival.
I was just growing accustomed to being able to dowse my chest lamp, switch off my light vest, and listen to the singing of the songbirds (and the honking of the Canada geese) when I was plunged back into silent darkness. Grumble. Continue reading