It seems we will enjoy daylight savings time this year as early as March 11th. Personally, it couldn't come soon enough. In a cruel twist of fate, 2012 is also a leap year, making the 11th one more day out of reach. Every silver lining has a cloud.
Ironically, when I am working, I lose little or no productivity during the early darkness, yet, when I have no demands on my time, the dusk brings a sense of waning ambition. Not so for this once ardent young man with a feverish libido. "I loved the night life. I loved to bogie..." Then, things actually never got started until the Sun went down.
As a budding pubescent, I realized it was difficult to get my hands under the sweater of a 'skate-date' until we moved from the warming fire and into the chill of its shadows. But I was willing to brave that chill for another fire I had only just begun to understand.
Perhaps it is that diminishing libido that makes the shadows a little colder now and the cold a little darker? After all, there a few late night diversions more satisfying than groping in the dark in the most familiar of places. Just ask the couples who gave birth nine months after the black out in New York. So few of the younger guys were looking for a pick-up game at the time; while the old men cursed the darkness. For them, the familiar places were just too damned well traveled.
There is something about Spring and Summer that rejuvenates even the most jaded of spirits. The world seems both fresh and new. Ambition is at its peak and DST is indeed the light at the end of the tunnel.
As always, men seek to fill holes (no pun intended). Punxsutawney Phil is history. In what is now one of the newest and most cherished February rituals: the Sports Illustrated release of the Swimsuit Edition.
So sit back and relax. Get into your easy chair, unwrap the new SI and throw another log on the fire. Daylight is just around the corner.
"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."
Oscar Wilde
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