Justin Skolnick lives and works in Portland.


Originally posted to justin.revision8.com on in Waverly, Iowa

It took last weekend’s switch for me to realize my body never adjusted to standard time. All winter I woke easily at 8 AM and could sleep no later, not even Saturdays. My stomach groaned just after 4 PM. I was useless by 1 AM. Now: wake at 9, hungry at 5, sleep by 2. So much for convention.

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Tuesday last week when I noticed through the classroom windows I was overjoyed: Birds exchanged their chirps, whistles, twe-heets, and hoodle-oohs in a conversation that had not expired when I left the caf after lunch, where one invisible fellow high above the sidewalk issued a throaty trill.

Tonight, following several false starts the past few weeks, the air is warm and calm. I wear no coat.