I was struck by the birdsong this morning. It seems odd to call it dawn chorus so late in the day; after the commuters have wended their way to the station. But the sky was only just beginning to show signs of light to come.
It makes me wonder, why do we sleep through so much of the day in Summer and work through so much of the night in winter?
Do we measure our days by the wrong things?
Would we be happier and healthier if we lived closer to nature?