I love the light. I love it when it the sky starts to brighten at 4am (yes, I do often see it) and it is still light at 10.30 at night. For me, the long days mean happiness. They mean warmth and fresh air, leaving the doors and windows open – all the things I love.
On the flip-side, I hate it when it doesn’t get light until 8am and the light is already dying by 3.30pm. I hate having to close the curtains at 4. I feel weighed down and miserable. I don’t like the damp and the cold.
When it starts getting dark at 7pm, then edging towards 6pm, I start to feel increasingly miserable. A little part of me dies inside and I feel devoid of hope. Then my misery takes a massive leap when someone cuts a whole hour of light off the end of our days. Suddenly, the light is dying at 5pm. Although there is the small bonus of it being lighter in the morning. For a week or two at least.
I am not loving the lack of light right now and it’s still nearly two months until the shortest day.
But then things start to turn round. As the curtain closing moves to 5pm, then 6pm, it’s like a weight is being gradually lifted from me. There really is light at the end of the tunnel. By February, things aren’t looking so bad. I feel more positive in March, then positively elated in April. The light is back! Spring is here, summer is on its way and the world is most definitely a better place.
There’s just four or five months of misery to get through until I cheer up…
I took this photo on my phone last week, after my younger son and his friend insisted on McDonalds for tea, despite the fact that it meant walking a mile each way in some distinctly unsettled weather. It was 5.30pm and the sun was fast heading for the horizon. It lit up the stormy clouds, silhouetted the trees and was briefly quite beautiful. Not long after, I saw this week’s Gallery prompt was ‘light’ and I knew I already had the perfect photo.
Linking up with The Gallery at Sticky Fingers. Pop over to see how others have interpreted the theme, ‘light’.