We’ve gotten our morning hour back—but at what cost of daylight at the other end? Life is such trade-offs as these; constant negotiations for what precious little time there is to go around.
I, who came late to my love of mornings above all, am happy to have one more quiet hour of beginnings, but others more impatient feel the loss of light at the end of the day, light to to on working or go on doing things by . . .
And it is bright, this gifted hour of mine, awash with sunshine and with birds on their way through, alighting for a moment here.
image: Canada Geese and morning fog in Golden Gate Park, Mila Zinkova