Daylight Savings Time is still new to me.

Arizona does not partake in the manipulation of clocks and watches so for twenty years I existed mired in stagnant time, not afforded the novelty of “springing forward” or “falling back.”

Never given the luxury of reliving an hour or the grace to be able to skip over one.

Time was just time and we were all stuck in the big screen version of our lives with no ability to rewind or fast forward.

Which is why I stayed up until the early morning hours to watch the clocks change.

To see the reset, to experience the wonder of time repeating and feel the heft and gravity of an hour lived twice.

One minute it was 1:59 and the next it was 1:00 all over again.

My husband slept through it even though I tried to wake him.

The dogs barely stirred.

The cats remained still.

I peeked out of the window to see the stars and planets realign, but was met with only stillness.

It seems ill timed and a shame to have the gift of an extra hour slipped in while all of the world is asleep; to spend that hour dreaming instead of awake and living.

I pondered these thoughts as my eyes grew heavy and my breathing slowed to match that of the cat sprawled next to me.

I thought about this gifted hour as I drifted off to sleep and noticed, right before I fell, that the spin of the Earth slowed and paused and the stars did indeed reset themselves and for one glorious moment that was not yet a dream, and all was right and new in the world.