We sprang forward a couple Sundays ago and it made me think…
I could never live on the East Coast. I would always envy those running behind on the West Coast, folding into coats and slipping into cars, just breaking into the warm night. By then my East Coast self would be at home, having already returned from such proceedings. The events of my night would be in the past, in line to be forgotten, whereas things were only beginning on the West Coast. Waking up the next morning, I would train my eyes on the clock and think, California has a few more hours. I have lived under the rule of Pacific Standard Time for far too long to ever break free from its spell. I see dual time on every clock on the East Coast. The West Coast breezily displays just one.
I could never live on the East Coast. I would always envy those running behind on the West Coast, folding into coats and slipping into cars, just breaking into the warm night. By then my East Coast self would be at home, having already returned from such proceedings. The events of my night would be in the past, in line to be forgotten, whereas things were only beginning on the West Coast. Waking up the next morning, I would train my eyes on the clock and think, California has a few more hours. I have lived under the rule of Pacific Standard Time for far too long to ever break free from its spell. I see dual time on every clock on the East Coast. The West Coast breezily displays just one.
Lovely – did you write that? It is beautifully written – Marisa
I did! Thank you, Marisa!
This is really beautifully written. I’m central time, so I feel like a middle child most of the time. Thanks for sharing!
Love it! I am an East Coast girl, but appreciate your love for the West Coast. Your beautiful description of your time zone really is poetic. I guess I must be the oldest sibling in this scenario. I love my East Coast!
Haha, you very well may be the older sister! Thank you so much! Please do enjoy your East Coast. 🙂
What a lovely thought!