Saturday, November 17, 2012

Seasonal Depression

I'm currently engaged in a countdown until December 21st, the shortest day of the year. If you're an optimist you could call it the longest night, but I prefer going to work and coming home from work while the sun's up. I realize that by virtue of the Earth's axis and my unchanging position on it that I get the same amount of light as I get dark each year, but it never seems like it. The long winter months drag on while the sunlit days of summer are over much too fast. Perhaps it's because the summer months are so crowded with activities that time flies past, and winter is so sparse with weekends away and time outside. But after December 21, it's all looking up. Each day grows longer, like you're working towards an inexorable goal, but in this case it doesn't matter how hard you work, you know you'll get there. It's a feeling of optimism that people who live in season-less places could never understand.

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