An achingly blue sky, and the sun lower than it should be thanks to the tyranny of clocks. Crows yell. The ground sparkles with frost.
daylight savings time
The mourning dove still calls at 9:30. A field sparrow’s accelerating notes: Hurry up! Hurry up! Daylight savoring time—when is that?
A small flock of sparrows scudding above the trees in tight formation is caught by the early sun—daylight saved over from last March.