The sun comes up early over Green-Wood Cemetery. It’s one of the biggest in New York City. On of the oldest too. Before cemeteries in general and Green-Wood in particular, people used church yards. Or catacombs. Or pyres. In any case, the remains did not remain in one place forevs. Nor did people go out and visit the spot where their loved ones remain. I suppose traditional views on bodily resurrection were perhaps not so literal as the views held these days. Whatever the reason, there is a nice green spot across the street from where we are staying that is full of singing birds first thing in the morning.
Which comes earlier here than it does down on the blue ridge. It’s a matter of both latitude and longitude that sunrise here is easily an hour to an hour and a half earlier than ours back home. In the absence of Daylight Savings, these people would be seeing the sun come up at like 4 or 4:30 in the morning. I usually find the DST to be onerous since it always seems to be plunging me back into darkness right when the sun starts to rise at the same time I do. Up here, however, I get it since not even I am foolish enough to get up at 4:30 just to make the best of the day.
But a new sensation has taken the place of the resentment I previously felt toward those I mistook as lazy for not wanting to get up a bit earlier. I now resent those who live in the place with the most people who want to impose what works best for them onto the rest of us. I’m going to refrain from any sort of ridiculous States’ Rights kind of argument, but I will stick with the assertion that the hegemoners really don’t have any clue when they are being hegemonic. They’re truly trying to do what is best for the most people. Bless their hearts.