So we lost the hour. Now the light begins to change. The sun is lower in the sky and somehow more vibrant. Heavy rains worked their way East on the day the clocks went back.I have a deep sense of melancholy and belonging in my soul . Buzzards hunt in threes and fours, crows make solitary journeys across the evening sky .The sun has set .5pm. leaving vast cloud fields pushing south in the cold wind. I watch them from my window while listening to Caoimhin O Raghallaigh and Thomas Bartlett.