I absolutely LOVE daylight savings even though we lose an hour of sleep. I'd rather have an extra hour of sunshine than an hour of unconsciousness that I won't remember anyway.
I walked along the harbor by my father's house and honestly it put everything into perspective. It was beautiful, the sea wind whipping my long black hair around, the fog casting a luminous sheen on every object around, the black angry sea churning with unfathomable power. The sting of the slight cold made me aware of every part of my body. The fog obscured my vision, making the harbor lights seem a million miles away.
I felt alive and I felt that I was exactly where i was supposed to be in this place and time. I felt like i had been blind with psychodrama/melodrama until this very point in time. I'm ready to transcend the miniscule bullshit. Now I'm ready to live, and hopefully this new sense of perception will show up in my future artistic pieces.