Let there BE LIGHT

THERE IS ONE day I always look forward to. I count the days and will often bring it up in conversation, reminding people that day is nearly here. It’s not my birthday or anyone else’s or any kind of anniversary. It’s in the last weekend of March when the clocks go forward, inviting another whole hour of light into our lives. It marks a turning point in the year, when the days grow visibly longer, people smile more, the parks fill with the first real flush of flowers and everything seems possible.

I used to find it vaguely irritating to change every clock and timepiece on what seemed a pointless and random date.