What would you do if you suddenly discovered that you had an extra hour of life? I guess this is a little like asking what you’d do if you discovered you only had one more day to live, but it is a recurring question, much the same as what you’d do with one hour less. The clocks changed again today, as they do twice a year, and we are faced with the question of what to do with this extra time, as if it is extra and not merely a balance.
For me it was quite simple: I awoke, as usual, roughly three minutes before the alarm would have sounded and felt annoyed at myself for waking. Three minutes is hardly doze time, you need a good ten to make it worthwhile. Except that I had sixty-three minutes because of the time change. What to do?
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Cuddle, of course, but that’s a given.
I raked leaves. Not first thing in the morning, I admit, but I did it all the same. Cleared the sidewalk in front of our house, and wondered how we could have so many fallen leaves all of a sudden. They look wonderful, up there on the tree, but take up a lot more space, or so it seems, when Fall comes round and we need to get rid of them again. Bonfires here, in this town, are no longer allowed, everything goes into a recycling bin and gets carted away, for a price.
I could have gone into Bremen and failed to enjoy the last day of the festive market there, but it was raining and I know most people would not have enjoyed it. Last day on a Sunday? Next day is a working day? I think not.
But the sidewalk was clear, for a while, and that’s something. With my lost hour next March I plan on letting the leaves grow again. They can do that without my help.
- Viktoria Michaelis.