Time [was] on my side

It's amazing how much one hour can uproot one's life.

Like someone pet-sitting their friends dog, I grew attached to this one hour that Daylight Saving Time granted me in Autumn. I grew accustomed to Sparky being around, and lost sight of the fact that he wasn't mine. Oh, that day when Sparky came into my life! I remember the day so vividly. That day feels like an eternity to me.

But it was only one hour longer than any other day.

So my good friend, the Vernal Equinox, called me up to let me know that she had arrived and would be home to pick up Sparky in 2 weeks- on schedule as always. Suddenly, I resented her unfailing punctuality.

Sparky gave me a few licks on the leg as I hung up the phone. He was mine again, and the impending hour of his departure was no longer a thought in my head. It wasn't until she arrived at my door that Sparky's departure would become a reality for me. She didn't seem to hear my pleading and begging to let me have Sparky for a few days more. The door swung shut, remaining open a crack large enough to let some light in. The scent of dog was still present, but there was no sign of him.

Everything was off the next day. It seemed as though the world was recuperating and readjusting. People looked confused and bitter. It took a while, but I finally realized that no one really owned Sparky, although many people believed they did because they had him on a leash. The reality was, however, that people were completely dependant on Sparky.

It was a sad truth to come by, until I remembered that Sparky would be back next year when my friend's brother, the Autumnal Equinox, had a business trip to attend to. Maybe this time I will be ready.