On Fall Back Sunday, I’m out there killing it. The day stretches out to infinity and I do so many things and marvel at how much of the day is left, then I’m in tatters when it’s dark at 5 pm. On Spring Forward Sunday I sleep late and wake up feeling wasteful and trollish. I push on things and am annoyed with the world, then I’m filled worth wonder and satisfaction when it’s light at 7 pm.
Spring Forward
Spring Forward
Spring Forward
On Fall Back Sunday, I’m out there killing it. The day stretches out to infinity and I do so many things and marvel at how much of the day is left, then I’m in tatters when it’s dark at 5 pm. On Spring Forward Sunday I sleep late and wake up feeling wasteful and trollish. I push on things and am annoyed with the world, then I’m filled worth wonder and satisfaction when it’s light at 7 pm.