I notice the passage of time more by the seasonal change on sunrise than on weather or personal factors.
The image shows just half of the total shift of sunrise relative to the front of the farmhouse.
By mid-June, the sun rises before me and streams strait in the front windows and large glass door. It is blindingly bright and makes reading or watching the news from the “comfy chair” all but impossible.
By the end of September I’m up before the sun and the “comfy chair” is in the shadows. By Christmas, the sun is so far an angle to the front of the farmhouse that it produces just slivers of light from the far kitchen window.