So today is that day where we gain an hour. We have sixty minutes to do something amazing, something spiritual, something that we wouldn't normally have time to do. Sixty minutes reading Anna Karenina. Sixty minutes listening to your niece's piano recital. Sixty minutes spent preparing ratatouille. Sixty minutes learning how to spell it. The possibilities are endless.
As someone who consistently wishes for more time for accomplishment, I consider this the most generous of gifts. This is my time for exploration. I'm given this time unconditionally--without expectation of anything extra on my part. It's a bit like love.
I also like to wonder how others will spend this time. My mother will probably spend it in church, praying with all her might that I may never get a paper cut and that I may always remember to cross the street safely. My brother will probably spend it practicing salsa dancing so he can sweep one particular damsel off her feet. My Writing professor will be reading my profound musings on Machiavelli with a stern eye for some part of those sixty minutes, and hopefully coming up with something kind to say.
How will I spend this time? Probably the more conventional way. I'll hit the snooze button and let the music emanating from my phone serenade me for a while. "We will become silhouettes... ," it instructs me dreamily.

Oh, too soon till we have to spring forward again!