The digital alarm by the side of the bed bleats
The radioactive glow, of the clock radio, lets me know its time to go…
Face washed, pants on, bag packed, and soft, sweet, sleeping and smiling cheek pecked...
Then, in the early morning, late March light; the twinkle of sky fallen, icy snow,
Stings my face, left exposed by my face-mask, on my ride to the studio…
My wheels nearly wet, roll on the street-light-shinny street ice/snow of the late March early morning
The end of another schizophrenic March that doesn’t seem to know, which way to go…
Onward into spring? Or maybe fuck it… and fall back into winter’s dark slumber…
Dawn claws at the early morning dusk.
Streets are quiet and starting to stir.
The earth spins seemingly slowly
And inevitably the side of her face
(That includes my borough) turns to the sun
And our star that has never slept
Shares its light and warmth with us.
We spin and slide in space around our star at a tilt to our elliptic
(23 degrees and change)
This tilt gives us our seasons, and as our gradual swing around the sun shows us every day the directions of our seasons. Days lengthen into summer and shorten, as they grow colder into winter. It can allow us as earthlings to have a greater sense of where we stand in the cosmos.
Or our government can throw a wrench in the works twice a year, they call it daylight savings time, and springing forward and falling back is in my humble opinion is a totally useless cosmic jerk-around…
Good luck out there…
Be good to each other.