But then something unusual happened. I realized I was about to witness a temporal magic trick: the arrival of Daylight Saving Time. I watched the clock like it was New Year’s Eve.1:57.1:58.1:59. And then—poof. 3:00 a.m. No drumroll. No explanation. Just the quiet theft of an hour of my life. It felt oddly philosophical. Midlife ...
When Time Jumps

