Here's the story!
For the rest of the world, it's a rather recent development, isn't it?! Gawd, we've had it like FOREVER here!
The only thing that really pisses me off about it is that in the winter I have to send my baby (Steph-16) out into the morning darkness to walk a couple blocks and wait for the bus, when otherwise it would have been light enough out for me not to feel worried.
Here are more interesting pages, showing
Worldwide ~ and ~ When It Happens
And, finally, I don't particularly care for poetry, but about half of Dorothy Parker's poems are an exception:
My answers are inadequate
To those demanding day and date
And ever set a tiny shock
Through strangers asking what's o'clock;
Whose days are spent in whittling rhyme-
What's time to her, or she to Time?
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