Setting my clock forward is something I look forward to every year. I don’t just love the long, lazy days of summer, I cherish them. When it stays light later, I feel like I’m ten years old again and I have no school and I can ride my bike around the neighborhood until my mom calls me home for dinner.
Since those days, summer has come to mean different things. Tent camping, music festivals, longboarding, outdoor cafes, cut offs, beach days. And even though I may not get three months off to hang out with my friends all day long, I find plenty of ways to soak up the summer and have a blast, and I still love it just as much!
For weeks now, I’ve had March 9th circled on my calendar with a big puffy cloud marking the day that would mean the end of winter and the beginning of summer, or spring, if you want to get technical. It’s all the same to me, really. Flip flops, sundresses, oversized sunglasses, beach cruising, and sunbathing. If it’s warm enough for all that, I call it summertime.
A lot of people move to Los Angeles for fame or fortune or freedom. I moved to Los Angeles for the sunshine. And boy oh boy, am I glad for an extra hour everyday to enjoy it!
Happy Daylight Savings Time, everyone!