In some respects there are just three seasons to our year.
- Too dark to walk down by the river, morning and evening.
- Light enough in the morning, too dark in the evening.
- Light enough at both ends.
Today we passed from 1 to 2. Without rushing home, it was just about light enough to ensure that I wouldn’t tread in anything nasty, and Mel seemed to me to be pretty happy about that. Me too, for her.