I Hate the Time Change

I miss the sun. I never thought I would long to see the sun like I do now.

I go to work in the dark, and as I scramble off the bus at my destination, I can see the sun just barely coming up on the horizon. The first change of color begins to hit right as I swipe my badge and enter the grounds.

When I leave in the afternoon, it's already getting dark, and on the bus ride home, it gets darker, and darker, and the Portland skyline is full of evening when I disembark.

I miss you, Mr. Sun. Please come back.