In the winter months, the days shorten, and dusk descends quickly, often before we finish our evening meals. This change casts a somber atmosphere over our surroundings, with the houses appearing darker and the sky taking on a shifting violet hue. The street lamps cast a weak glow, trying to pierce the cold, biting air.

Despite the chill, we find joy in playing outside until our bodies are warm, our laughter resonating in the quiet streets. This contrast between the vibrant life of our play and the stillness around us highlights the seasonal transition in Dublin, reflecting both a sense of childhood exuberance and the quiet beauty of the winter evening.