|Why not an extra day in summer instead?|
I don't get Leap Day. I appreciate it. But I don't get it.
I've never seen any spare quarter-days in any other year.
Consequently, I accept it on its face that they exist.
I also accept that this extra day every four years exists. It's like pondering the nature of the Universe. It makes a person dizzy considering something with neither beginning nor end, nor measurable time.
In a related matter, I don't understand February either. Why 28 days?
January has 31, as does March. If we rename January 31 as February 1, and rename the current March 1 as February 30, then we get three months of 30 days.
Would this mess anything up?
If so, there's no point explaining it to me. You can try, but my grasp of the world as explained by mathematics is simple and fragile. My way makes sense, and that is what I'll hang on to.
But to leap back to my point.
February 29 is a rare and beautiful thing. We have an extra day to do whatever it is we do. A day out of the regular stream of time.
I say it shouldn't even count against our days on Earth.
We have a day to go about our business or do something different.
Let's enjoy it.