This is a pleasant time of the year the week before daylight savings starts, I wish there wasn't that rip that's coming on the weekend, maybe the curfew was taken down because Dan could see the irony of holding a curfew while releasing daylight savings: govt holding back time, govt giving time.
When daylight savings is near I always remember a piece in The Age by Paul Mitchell, and the simpatico feeling and envy I had that I didn't get to make the same point, though it's a seasonal argument ignored, that bolstered its target: The rip off's been bought a month forward! Since when?
I have a memory of Flinders St Station after work at the stamp shop, the light across the platforms, a peace. And then it disappeared, the end of work was now some other time, there was no gradual fade, time had been shunted. But that must have happened in an October, so I can't compare the days. September mornings are almost through. Late afternoons in October will never be the same.
Am I a morning person or a late afternoon person? I fall asleep at four to the radio. Last night M turned the clocks and there was a little fight about what time it would be tomorrow. And when it got to be today, this evening, I pointed at the clock when the boy went to bed and said, You remember last night? Look, it is still nine o'clock.
