Leaving in the Dark

Once again it's dark when I leave for work and light when I return. This happens every year when we "spring forward," and every year I note the change.

It's not that I don't enjoy the long evenings — though long, frigid evenings are not exactly what I had in mind.

It's more the shift of expectations. Can I still come home, pull on comfy sweat pants and veg out? Not so easy when it's light till 7:30.

On the other hand, leaving in darkness has always signified seriousness of purpose. It's the departure hour for early-morning flights and important interviews.

I feel so virtuous pulling out of the driveway with only moonlight and porch light to guide me. It's like I'm getting a jump on the day — even though it's no earlier than I left last week!