It's annoying. Every year, I wake up on Daylight Savings Day and I feel lost, confused, thinking this is the one where I get the extra hour and then quickly dash out of bed when I realize, no, this is the one where I lose an hour and now I'm late for whatever it is I have to do. And yesterday was a marathon day. I was out of the house from 9:00 a.m. until almost 8:00 p.m. And the reason I stayed out so late was because it wasn't getting dark and so I kept thinking I was making great time the entire day when really I was just making really good use of that lost hour. But what I do appreciate every year is that as soon as it stays a little bit lighter out a little bit longer, people in New York City are out! Not to mention the fine weather and early spring we are having! The city was bustling yesterday and although I feel overwhelmed when the easiest way to get around to avoid the many tourists stopping mid-sidewalk to look at something is to hop on and off the curb into bike lanes with very serious, angry messengers ringing their bells and taxis violently maneuvering to inch around each other, New York City is at its best in the spring. People start shedding their coats and trading in their leather boots for espadrilles. Bars open their windows and people line up for a table outside. The skinny jeans get shorter and the shirts get lower. But most importantly, when light begins to fill the day, I feel it begin to fill me, too.