There have been times when I’ve thought the days were too long.
Heartbroken or simply in a rut, I would find myself filling the hours simply by waiting for it to get dark.
Now I am in a daytime season of my life, I only wish I could have put those hours in a neat pile and stored them somewhere safe. I’d reach for the whole lot, dust each of them off, and plump them up with light and company.
A daytime season is one whereby most of life’s extracurriculars are geared towards the day—socialising, hobbying, entertaining with friends or in solitude.
My entry into a daytime season happened gradually. I stopped drinking nine months ago, and with newfound sobriety, I found myself leaving parties earlier, staying-in rather than meeting people for drinks, or switching dates at bars for bookstores, bakeries or The Barbican when I was in London.
In a daytime season, there is an extra incentive to imbue a sense of fun into all types of meeting.
Instead of just catching up with a friend for coffee, i…