Nights are coming early these days. With the end of daylight savings time (in the EU) two weeks ago, night comes even earlier now. In a way, I feel blessed to live in the West of the continent because even the short days are relatively long, compared to countries in the East. Or the North, for that matter. I still remember the very short days up in Scotland. Every year, the arrival of spring was a real process of waking up from a months-long sleep.
Day and Night — this binary opposition is as old . . .