Changing time zones

It’s the time of year when the clocks are changing time zones. Half the world moves to summer time, and the rest moves to winter.

In principle, I prefer winter to summer. It’s always easier to put more clothes (and blankets where necessary) on than take them off.

Not to mention there’s a lot less sweating…

I love windy days when your hair takes on a life of its own, and your flying coat makes you feel like you’re wearing a super hero cape. I even love rainy days, because the rain leaves your hair feeling soft and shiny.

But much as I love winter, changing time zones always leaves me feeling a little melancholy.

Letting summer go for another year, one last grasp at effortlessly watching the sun rise, coffee in hand, before we head towards full winter. When there’s little time to spare for sun rises.

Adjusting to getting up an hour earlier in summer is always a little difficult. And while staying in bed is rarely harder, it sometimes feels as though you just get used to having the extra hour in the morning before you have to give it back.

We have about a week and a half until we say goodbye to summer time, though I know many in the Northern hemisphere are already welcoming the season.

But sooner than I expect, it will be hello to winter again.

Sometimes time moves too fast to keep up with. It’s a good reminder to stand still for w moment or two to let yourself catch up.

And to check the batteries in your smoke alarms.