Daylight Savorings

Only six weeks since winter solstice, I innately sense the lengthening days. For some reason this year I feel a deep connection to my ancestral instinct. For tens of thousands of years, my ancestors used only this - combined with the interpretation of the moon and stars - to know when to sow, when to harvest. Nomadic animals and tribes innately are attuned to the gradual rising of the sun's arc across the sky, instinctively migrating along ancient unmarked patterns refined over countless years.

For me, all this means is a little more warmth on my face as I wake in the morning, and leaving work while there is a sliver of daylight left in the dark sky.

Maybe the millennia of conditioning by my ancestors manifests itself as 'spring fever.' The urge to reconnect with nature. I would like to reach down and feel the earth, but all I can find is asphalt and concrete.

For now, my solace is knowing that the days will only get longer.