Before we had our sons, the extra hour every fall meant more time to work, explore New York or watch one more episode of our latest binge. Now, the end of Daylight Saving Time represents waking up in the dark and adding 60 more minutes to the grouchiest part of our evening.
Light equals life. It is precious and we are loath to lose it. Not that the dark does not bring its own healing, life-enhancing atmosphere, but after the long pitch of winter, we are eager, anxious, impatient for more light. Nature knows that and obliges.