My mother equated day and night with common-sense.
She’d say, “It’s as clear as day and night that you did the wrong thing and should have done something that shows you have an ounce of sense about you.”
Our childhoods were taken up with her pointing out the folly of our innocence. We stayed out too long in the sun and suffered sunburn, but only once I have to say as bad sunburn is nothing to want to repeat.
At sundown, it was time to come in for in those days there wasn’t much in the way of street lighting and the few times we stayed out and tried to navigate our way home by the light of the moon resulted in us tripping over and scraping our knees.
They were great times; our lives governed by the rise and fall of the sun and our slowly acquired common sense.