You know it's on its way but this was the first time I felt spring this year, back at the beginning of March in Corn Street, Bristol.
Eight months later in Leeds shadows lengthen at four in the afternoon and the devil starts to dance the way into darkness.
Light book-ended by the music of a fiddle. Now it's the turn of the long dark but in four months' time the days will come dancing back.
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