And once the clocks go back – 31 October, I looked it up – it will be palpably gloomy of a morning commute.
I liken the feeling to a dream turning dark: a frightened emotional response that creeps up on the subconcious and, once it has taken hold, is all you remember.
For all the nostalgia of cold nights and cozy gloves, the winter heralds shorter days and sluggish travel. Leaves on the line, slippery stairs, puddles on pavements, frost, fog and over it all the pall of night.
Soon it will be all we know. Because once night draws in, it’s hard to remember being in the light.
Or maybe I’m just indulging in a little pre-winter gloom.