Since I moved up north the sun means something completely different to me. I never take it for granted. Suffering from seasonal affective disorder, November, the month when days get shorter and shorter, is always the hardest one for me.
I also get angry, and sad, when the sun is shinning outside but I have to be working in doors. Sunny days should all be holidays…
I was listening to this podcast this morning when I was out running – and it was freezing cold but the sky was a rabid blue, and the sun didn’t warm up my skin but gave me energy all the same. It’s about Blair Braverman, a woman who lived in the Artic and experienced seventy days of absolute darkness. She explains how, after living so long in the dark, getting to see this sun again was a very visceral experience, transcendental, even.
I haven’t experienced something so extreme, but I can tell you, those summer days when the sun shines and it’s almost warm life is so god and I feel blessed. This never happened to me when I lived closer to the Mediterranean and a sunny day was simply another day.
What are your thoughts on the sun? And how about those vitamin D levels?