Amazing the way we all change the most intimate details of our lives when the world goes from Standard Time to Daylight Savings Time and back again. But time is really not as capricious as that. It rolls on, indifferent to our cares. The rocks in my sort-of Inukshuk come up for air as the season heads for spring, and tiny tips of green begin to show where the snowdrops will burst forth a couple of weeks from now.
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