That time of the year

It’s that time of the year.  When, although it may not be any warmer, you can tell the winter is waning. When, although I didn’t think I minded the dark of dead winter, I feel a profound sense of relief. When suddenly, I don’t need lights on my bike when I leave work.

I took these on my ride home after work this week. Compared to the shortest day of the year, there are now two and half extra hours of light every day. And the shortest day of the year was only eight weeks ago.