In a sea of difficulty small things make all the difference. The sun breaking through the clouds, a glimmer of warmth during the cold, light at the end of the day. For anyone who works, or ever has worked, in an office, you know how wonderful it is when you come out of your office in the evening, and discover that it is still light. This moment is the first sign of the end of winter, the first hope of spring.
Even at the moment when many of us aren’t in the office, we are often still bound by our working hours, and office jobs encompass many sectors, so that there are many key worker office jobs, with people who have trudged through the dark to work and back. And suddenly there it is. The end of day office conversation around how light it is and but look at the time, remember last week it was dark now…In fairness the scope for conversation at the moment is fairly low, so pretty much anything counts as entertainment.
But it never ceases to amaze me how much the lightening evenings lifts our souls, how very much it surprises us every year. Do we believe that this winter the spring will fail to come and that we will be trapped in some Narnia-esque eternal winter? This winter I suspect anything felt possible, so the redemption of daylight and sunshine seems like a greater blessing than normal.
And indeed in a world where the only form of entertainment is going for a walk, daylight has become more valuable than ever. Picnics when the days are short and the weather drives straight into your bones are not a thing of joy, but a picnic as the days lengthen and the flowers start to push through are a pleasure to look forward to.