The magical way the evening light catches our kitchen windowsill brings that little snippet of joy to everyday life in isolation. Before the clocks moved forward, this delightful hour of twilight was the shift between my working day and the blissful few hours I have to myself. As daylight stretches across spring, it continues to mark distinct moments with each passing week: cups of tea brewed at dusk, time for bed soon to come.
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