Four O'Clock

I noticed that today's sunset was at exactly four o'clock and I was reminded of Thomas De Quincey's words:

Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without ...

De Quincey lived for a time at Dove Cottage in Grasmere, after his friends the Wordsworths had moved out, and it is easy to imagine him holed up in the cosy cottage for the winter.