The daily introduction to the rest of the world begins to unravel early for me, often even before the sun rises, depending upon the time of the year.
And, that is seven days a week.
In order to stick to that kind of schedule one has to close the blinds early as the day slowly begins to fade.
It has been my method of operation for many, many years.
I love the stillness and the quietness of the pre-dawn hours. It is also somewhat of a head start on the warriors one will face for the day.
It takes a few hours and a few cups of coffee for most folks to find their gears anyway.
Lately, I have noticed it is getting light a little later each morning, and my two girls, a dog and a cat, have begun to also notice the change.
They don’t look at the clocks, but do seem to know something is going on.
I look out for them and they look out for me by allowing me to live with them.
Pretty good arrangement, huh?
Just several weeks ago it was still light at 5:30 in the morning. Now, it is still totally dark and will continue that way until it is still dark at 7 in the morning.
Summer is slowly trickling away, and I anxiously await the change of dress in the season’s wear.
Fall will be here before we change the clocks by setting them back one hour the first Sunday in November. They call it daylight saving time. Spring forward, fall back. Remember that?
I enjoy that extra hour we get back as summer gives way to the approach of autumn.
My two girls, the dog and cat, don’t care, until it interferes with their morning feed.
The cat can sit motionless for hours while on a prowl, but when the clocks change and her feed time comes an hour later she loses all patience and gets downright out of line.
The dog gets a little concerned, too.
I respond, “It’s my time, girls, so leave me alone.”
While it is several months away from the rewinding of the clock, I’ll just patiently await as it takes slightly longer each day for the sun to please us with its presence.
The days are slowly getting shorter and the nights slowly a little longer.
Enjoy it all because the official time for getting back that hour they took away from us in the spring does not happen until the first Sunday in November.
You hear that, dawg and cat? So just get used to it and enjoy the longer nights.
William Holloman is a staff writer for the Mount Olive Tribune.