Last night, Daylight Savings Time began. I normally don’t like the first day of Daylight Savings Time because I’m so tired from losing an hour of sleep, but this year it turned out perfectly. The Men’s Choir stopped off in Oklahoma today, and the weather was simply fantastic. There was a light breeze, the temperature was in the sixties, and in the evening a light drizzle started to fall. During the intermission of our concert, I stepped outside, took a deep breath, and smiled. Several of the trees were covered in white blooms, and the air smelled like damp soil and fresh flowers, and despite the fact that it was 6:45, the sun was still glowing brightly behind the clouds.It felt like I’d stepped into the Chronicles of Narnia and Aslan’s arrival had driven off winter overnight. I can almost forgive Benjamin Franklin for having a bogus idea like Daylight Savings Time because of a moment like that. Now if only I’d heeded his “early to bed, early to rise” advice maybe I wouldn’t be so tired right now. Oh, well.