–is that there is never enough of it.
It’s that time of the year again; no not Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas. It’s the end of Daylight Savings Time. If you enjoyed an extra hour of sleep last night, or if you dread losing an hour of sleep next spring, that might be behind us.
If recent legislation in the US passes and is signed into law, the US will leave the twice-yearly switching of clocks in the past. I’ve lived with Daylight Savings Time since I was a child, which, relatively speaking, was only a few days ago (at least it seems like that to me).
As a child, the idea that time could be borrowed from the future, squeezed into the present, and extend the current now was fascinating. I vividly recall staring at the schoolroom clock, trying to will the boring hours to jump ahead to recess, where they would be allowed to catch up to the present and therefore extend recess.
Unfortunately, it never worked for me.
I couldn’t make that miracle occur. But we, as a society, did make it happen. Sure, instead of will power, it took legislation, coordination, and millions of collective hours of lost sleep, but we did it. We actually borrowed time from the future to extend the present, if only for a trifling hour.
Maybe that’s why I dreamed up my concept of the Fae realm, a world where time could be slowed down, sped up, and locked in a bottle to be used as a weapon.
Now our grand experiment appears to be coming to an end. We have decided that in this time of universal worldwide connections, the quaint notion of local time is antiquated.
Maybe it is. But I’m still trying to pull some of those boring hours of my youth into the present and use them to extend my future.