Outside the Navajo Reservation, which occupies the majority of the state’s northeast quarter,
, for whatever arcane reasons, remains on standard time throughout the year. This means there are no spring-forward, leap-back resettings of all the clocks twice a year. Arizona
It also means that I easily and simply can track dawn and dusk, sunrise and sunset as they migrate gradually back and forth in a steady correlation between clock and calendar.
I always resent it when those seasonal fluxes are thrown off by our national obsession with time of the clock, or o’clock, as we abbreviate it—to save time, I suppose. I don’t really have a problem with either daylight savings or standard time; I just resent the change in relation to nature.
Time is such a bizarre thing, anyway. But I’m discussing that this week in my Deep Space blog, a continuation of an essay I began last week, so I guess I won’t get into it here.
, I especially enjoy the nearly imperceptible creep of daylight as it heralds the change of winter to summer. But I enjoy many seasonal markers; for instance, I like to celebrate solstices and equinoxes as personal holidays in every season and I usually plan some manner of outdoor activity on those days. Arizona
On the not-so-pleasant side, these lengthening days also happen to correspond to climbing temperatures here in
. We’ve already seen temps in the upper 90s and it would be my fond wish to escape back to Tucson before they get any higher. If Daylight Savings Time could help with that, I might feel differently about adjusting my clocks. Colorado