Hi, folks! One of my favorite things about this time of year is how abominably dark it gets. And so quickly, too!
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Most folks, perhaps you included, tend towards the sunnier, more summertime stretches of the year when light and warmth prevail, good times are abundant, camping trips are feasible and you can see your hoof in front of your face after 4 o’clock in the afternoon. But I (as should be abundantly clear by now, faithful readers) am not most folks!
No, friends, no. The dark, gloomy state of things is where I flourish. Who needs happiness and sunshine? Not this intense and stalwart unicorn! Brooding blackness and overcast lightlessness suit me just fine! For in these conditions, other senses come to the fore. Toddies taste tarter. Smores smell smellier. Sounds are more audible and pain is more painful! Bring it on, I say!
Oof! Ow! Dammit, who left this chair… okay, you know what, folks? Forget everything I just said. Bring back the light! Return to us, Mr. Sun!