Dalylight Saving

Bryon always said that when he died he hoped that it was after the clocks turned back, he wanted his hour back. He didn't get his wish by only a few days.  Last night I went to the garage and turned on the lights, the way it was when Bryon would be working out there. I sat on the stoop and let my mind wander, I imagined that at any time he would stick his head out and say "miller time" That meant that he would grab and beer I would get a coke and we would sit and talk. It was break time. Bryon was always a stickler for the correct time so one year I bought him and Automic Clock. You can't set the time, instead it sets itself when the time centre in Colorado sends out it's electronic ping. It is supposed to be the most precise time there is. At exactly 2:00 a.m. the clock moved ahead an hour the big hand ticking off the 60 minutes. (google automic clock for more info) I realized how short our time here really is, in a blink of an eye I watched an hour go by. I find myself wondering about the concept of ghosts, but that is another blog.
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