The most fantastic thing about living in the far north is the light. It is also the worst thing. When I first lived here I lived in a tent, with kerosene lamps. Kerosene lamps don’t throw much light. In the dark of winter when light comes around ten a.m. and leaves around 4 p.m. I grew to hate Kerosene lamps. When they work well you can barely see. When they don’t work well they smoke up the chimney and you really can’t see.
Now I live in a house. We have electric lights and lots of windows. And I still remember how much light means to me. Even with all the artificial light available I miss light during winter. I crave it, I get depressed because it is missing.
It is spring now. It is light when I wake up at 5:30 in the morning and still light out when I look out my window around 9:30 at night. It will get lighter by about two minutes every day. I love that light. And with the spring light comes sunshine – rays of sun, giving strength and happiness. Oh I love light!