The clocks jumped forward this weekend, chasing after the sun. An hour of our lives, postponed. This time of year we usually shake ice from our eyes, welcoming the end of a long, hard winter. But this year… Well, this year birds didn’t even bother leaving. As if they knew the season wouldn’t come.

And yet life stopped nonetheless. Leaves fell, flowers retreated to the soil, grass withered & yellowed. Night never settled in but we still slept our usual deep, dreamless sleep. Bracing for a northern wind.

We slept & now wake from our slumber, as we always do.

Squinting at the sun, ready for the promise of spring.