This boy who rarely stirs before noon, upon being woken by me in the five-o-clock hour, asked, “Where is it?”

“Where is what?”

“The daylight.”

The other morning there was this infernal clatter so I strained toward the window and toward the sky and there was a line, a perfect line of Canadian geese.  Coming back.

This morning I got up with a start, realizing suddenly the time change and the Things I Need To Do and I hopped out of bed and looked at the empty coffee vessel and went out into the morning.  Lots of fog and low clouds and intermittent bouts of heavy rain.  The kitty was extra cuddly last night and sometimes it was hard to distinguish the thunder from the train clattering by.  See, just like that, something different.