The Dark Days
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It’s 5.30 pm and the sun is setting.
The dark days are coming to this latitude, as is the cold. I don’t live so far north that the sun won’t come up in the winter, but it’s not too far off. It’s really rather depressing, although that may be more about this town I’m in than the actual weather. In either case, I can only hope that at some point I’m able to live a third of the year in Sweden and the other two thirds someplace warm, sunny and/or interesting.
On the flipside, summers are truly magical at this latitude. It may never get hot in the summertime, but the light makes up for it. At the peak of the summer solstice, the sun goes down past midnight and comes up a few hours later, and it never gets truly dark.
oh, how i feel your pain, Sweden.
wearing my knee-long woollen socks, wrapped in a 2 meters’ long thick scarf like a mummy, still shivering after having consumed half a jar of honey with steaming apple and cinnamon tea. freeze-o-rama has entered the building.
