The dark before dawn

I can’t wait for the time change this coming weekend.

Nothing has changed about our morning routine: leave the house by 7:30, park in the first parking spot on the right, which I affectionately refer to as “our” parking spot, treat tossed into the backseat to entice sleepy boy from the comfort of his shot-gun position.

And yet so much has changed: almost winter coat, hat, scarf, and mittens.

The biggest change though is the darkness. When we come in the summer, I feel late at 7:30, the summer having been up for two hours already. Now I am looking for things to cross off my to-do list to bide time until we can leave the house.

By the time we arrive back at the car at 8:20, the daylight has joined us for the last ten minutes of our walk.