No longer do I feel harried and hounded through the day
by the swift approach of winter nightfall.
Yes, it's getting dark;
but more slowly.
This is 5.18 pm and that's
a big improvement.
The crocuses are out.
And the sun shone brightly through the stained glass
at Two Temple Place.
I have a sudden hankering for a yellow beret
and a bunch of daffodils to match.