One of the joys of autumn, and the drawing in of the days, is that even we full-fat shlubs can live through beautiful sunrises
As the nights draw in, temperatures drop and darkness spreads across our lives like so much bad gravy, many of us will become crepuscular. Don’t worry, it’s not contagious – and there is really very little by way of rashes or twitches to give us away. Rather, like barn owls, bats or skunks, we can often be found haring through the half-light like – well, like a hare.
You see, one of the great joys of our creaking, pink-edged tumble into autumn and the misty creep of winter in the willows is that regular, full-fat, white-flour schlubs can start to live through beautiful sunrises almost every day. Suddenly you don’t need to be the sort of person who starts the day with ice baths to get that first-light rush. This week, the sun is rising at 6.45am in the south of England, soon to be 7am. By the end of October, before the clocks change, we’ll be having crunchy orange dawns at a heady 7.42am. Sure, the lack of daylight may eventually turn us into miserable husks, staring at toaster filaments in lieu of UV rays as our skin turns to clay. But for this moment, this conker-strewn, apricot-sky early autumn, those early mornings are a slice of magic.
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