The end of daylight saving is full of sad goodbyes for me.
It’s see you next year, Christmas and all the over the top gifting, celebrating, eating and precious time with loved ones.
It’s same place this time next year to the beach on a particularly oven like summer’s evening.
It’s having to end my summer romance with watermelons, mangos and cherries.
It’s retiring my summer / early autumn wardrobe of Ts and dresses that I found at the summer sales. The only sales I really ever get to these days because somehow life always gets in the way of the sales at other times of the year.
But the late autumn and winter that the end of daylight saving heralds has just as much to offer. From the golden leaves you get to look up at (and then sweep from your garden once a week)
to those delicious moments when you’re out on a cold and crisp morning and get to see the sun cut through the last wisps of morning fog
and the way the late afternoon sun warms you up when you get the chance to go for a walk after a a run of days spent indoors cocooning and dreaming of summer.
And yes, winter clothes are always fun with their layers, textures and colours.
Winter is always a fabulous time to explore everything Sydney has to offer.
The cooler weather is conducive to taking walks here and there on Sunday afternoons
and it’s more fun trekking from train platform to train platform when Town Hall isn’t feeling like a furnace.
So yes, I am looking forward to what life and the seasons will bring in this post daylight saving world. And I’m also ready and waiting.
My clock at work gets wound back an hour before I left the office for the weekend so that it’ll be business as usual once I get in Monday morning.
All the wall clocks get done on Saturday night
as do my watches
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but I leave the tricky appliances like the oven clock until after I’ve had my first cup of coffee on Sunday morning. Why are oven clocks so hard to adjust? None of the buttons ever have words on them, just universal symbols that are universally confusing.
