Detail-oriented I am not. I do not have a mind that demands immediate, concise answers to questions. Instead I tend to extrapolate, to assume others will extrapolate similarly, and to dismiss inconsistencies as lack of understanding rather than … you know … actual inconsistencies.
And so when people complained about the Pacific Northwest winters, I dismissed it. “Pah,” I said. “So it’s gloomy and rainy. You people have no idea what it’s like to be trapped in your house by snow and ice. Your winters are easy!”
And so I moved here without taking into account the thing that–I am beginning to understand–they were really talking about. And that’s the gloom compounded by the daylight hours.
We’re farther north than I’ve ever lived. When we arrived, a couple weeks after summer solstice, it didn’t go full dark until nearly 10:00 at night, and the sun rose at 5:00.
Now we are past the vernal equinox, the sun doesn’t peek over the horizon until 7:00. It’s pretty dark around 6:00.
On December 21, the sun won’t rise until 8:00. It will go down at 4:15.
This is all requiring some mental adjustment, on my part. I haven’t been in the habit of getting out of bed in the dark since I was in high school. There was college and different time zones and latitudes and … you know.
So happy dark days to all of you, especially those living at equal or more extreme latitudes. Here’s to lots of candles, table lamps, fairy lights, hot drinks, hot baths, and long winter naps. We’ll all wake up in spring. We always have.