As the days get warmer I have a renewed sense of faith in nature, but the person responsible for daylight savings time has a very perverse sense of humor. I know the typical lyrics of the song are “Morning has broken”, but in my case, sitting in my living room at 6:00 am, that is not the case. Morning seems to be broken. The blackness that swallowed my house in the night still holds these four walls in its confines and my outside world is invisible.
After several cups of coffee and much patience, that darkness gives way to the day and the world is brought to life again. When the sun finally graces the sky in our hemisphere, its heat seems to increase in intensity each day. The dank smell of dirt pushing its way through the melting snow permeates my nose and the morning darkness no longer holds the same power it once had. Light breathes life into the day and the earth stretches and yawns.
Soon the mornings will become brighter and rising to greet the day will require much less effort. The days will become longer and the seasonal creatures will poke their heads from hibernation to inhabit the freshly revealed landscapes. Blades of grass will breathe deeply after being suffocated under the weight of the snow, flowers will bloom and allergens will perform their invisible dance .
Within the morning darkness, the promise of spring awaits.