Like, four o'clock-getting-dark.
It's anathema to those of us who, in the summer, go to the beach at four o'clock because that's just when it starts gettin' good.
But Mistah and I learned a long time ago that we cannot accept four o'clock as nighttime. It's black as night, yes. But four o'clock is not nighttime. It is, instead, the Dark Part of the Day.
And before it gets dark? Well, it's light.
It's a challenge these days, when four o'clock comes around . . .
Well, at least the Big Dipper come out to play . . .