I was surprised to see that I missed something: the summer solstice. That pesky little bastard snuck up on me and slipped away without making a splash. Days are now becoming shorter. Before you know it, Christmas will be here (and I will have missed the winter solstice).
Daylight times change so gradually that they would to unnoticed without the aid of a calendar. If one does not check each day, much time must pass before a difference is noticed. I wonder how prehistoric humans kept track...or if they even did. I’m sure they had more pressing matters to keep them busy. Some idle soul must have come up with the idea for a calendar, because he had time on his hands.
Few people needed me to announce that; most learn this by noticing a calendar.
I receive confirmation each morning from birds. They start chirping at three, which most people miss. Hospital life runs differently.
They do not only announce spring; they announce each new day. I used to think that birds started at four, but realized that this must have been Summer Time (which does not start for a week). They must get up early to announce the arrival of the sun. Either one of them flies high to look over the horizon, or they get a call from a relative living to the east, or they set an alarm. I can't imagine any wearing a watch. Those clunky chronographs weigh more than a bird.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.