I hate going off daylight savings. I hate coming home in the dark at 5:30; I can't play with the dog in the backyard if neither of us can see the ball when I throw it. When I get home from work tomorrow there'll be a short amount of twilight left-- just enough to change my clothes and throw the ball a few times if I leave the office right at five and don't stop at the store. Soon, there won't be enough twilight left to play at all.
I love long summer evenings; I love having several hours of daylight left after work. It makes me feel as though I have a life. In the winter life feels like all work and no play.
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