Is it just me or does daylight saving time end with a thud for everyone? It always puts me in a funk. It conjures up a Winter-is-Coming Game of Thrones dramatic overtone, and the first two weeks I'm in the doldrums, as though I’ve never been through it before. When I’m here in the North Fork, I bemoan the darkness at 4.30 pm. All of a sudden I look up and it's dark out, and so quiet it's as though I’m the only person on earth.
But in the city, where I spend about half my time, it's already Christmas: All sparkly, pop-up stores galore, trees lining the streets, and the atmosphere brimming with that it's-the most-wonderful-time-of-year anticipation. This helps shift my mind to what's to come and, just like that, my seasonal change grieving period is over. My mental lists become paper lists, and I start planning: who is hosting Thanksgiving? (what to cook, who with, and where) and Christmas (whose place, what to wear, and give the kids). And always, what will I be eating?
