On Sunday we “sprang ahead” by setting our clocks forward one hour.
For most Americans, the switch to Daylight Saving Time is a sign of spring. But in Minnesota it usually seems like a cruel joke: The evenings may be longer, but the sun is still feeble and purely ornamental. Just one week ago, in fact, we were slogging through slush and snow.
After that came the below-zero temperatures that usually follow a snowstorm.
But then, on Friday … a Daylight Saving Time miracle! Yes, that’s a 45-degree temperature change you’re seeing.
I can’t adequately describe the arrival of spring in Minnesota — how the aromas outside intensify, or how the sounds change. There’s something in the atmosphere that makes everything feel different.
All of these new and welcome sensations greeted me as I went out for a stroll on Sunday morning. I didn’t take many photographs, but I’m happy to report that spring seems to have arrived.
Well … for now, anyway.