I take comfort in knowing that spring will move forward at its own pace,despite our human fiddling with the clock and that badly named daylight "savings" time. A flower looks back at me in the early twilight before the clocks will be cocked forward one hour and reassures me, reinforcing what I already know. We can play with clocks all we want, but Time--hay más tiempo que vida--Time is greater than we are in a way that simply is not to be explained. May spring spring forward in all our lives--gradually, and at the right time.
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