It is going to happen again, I know it will. Some time in the night, this week-end the clocks will lose their face, an hour will disappear. We do not see it coming. The time thief stares at the clock and waits for the right time and then he kills it, we have a faceless hour. He does it every year in Spring, as if we humans do not have enough problems. We hear nothing and see nothing, but for an hour the clocks lose their faces. They are blank, there is nothing, time stands still. Somewhere the hour is taken and hidden. We spend the next six months trying to find where it has gone, wanting to compensate an hours stolen sleep. Is someone sitting on it, is it under the bed or is it in deep freeze storage. The time thief calls it daylight saving, but if you save something you should get compensation. One day in the year we have 23 hours. This is daylight stealing.
Babies are searching for their milk, the cows are mooing at the farmers, and the rooster is crowing to early. You take your tablets too early and the whole digestive system is upside down. It is night robbery. Some time in Autumn this stolen hour appears again as if it never disappeared: no apology, the hour just walks in in the middle of the night as if it had never left. As a compensation we should at least get an hour more, but no, we have the 24 hours again, until the next spring. The next time I will stay awake all night. I will trap the time robber, but I might not even see him, this faceless thief.