A little quote in honour of the clocks going forward:
'For
the great revolution of Mr Willett’s summer time had taken place since Peter
Walsh’s last visit to England. The prolonged evening was new to him. It was
inspiriting, rather. For as the young people went by with their despatch-boxes,
awfully glad to be free, proud too, dumbly, of stepping this famous payment,
joy of a kind, cheap, tinselly, if you like, but all the same rapture, flushed
their faces. They dressed well too; pink stockings; pretty shoes. They would
now have two hours at the pictures. It sharpened, it refined them, the
yellow-blue evening light; and on the leaves in the square shone lurid, livid -
they looked as if dipped in sea-water - the foliage of a submerged city.' - Virginia Woolf, Mrs
Dalloway