My whole life is like a picture of a sunny day
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
A picture of one. Not an actual one. At least not literally.
Figuratively there's all kinds of sunshine! But figurative sunshine does not come through your window at 6:30 and wake you up. Nor does it come through your window at 7:30 and say "Hey, let's go outside and catch the t-bane to campus!" It's really more of an internal thing.
All that to say, I had a week off from Norwegian class, which was supposed to give me a chance to write a paper, but served the additional function of keeping me from noticing how dark it's getting in the morning. Once I got to the train platform at about ... 7:45? It was starting to get light out. It was funny to pass a construction sight that was fully lit with spotlights and such at around this time. The sun doesn't come up early enough for construction workers in the winter. Just one of, I'm sure, many consequences of the short days here that I hadn't anticipated.
My grandmother sent me an email the other day asking if I'd seen the Northern Lights. I haven't. It's supposed to be much easier farther north. But I also get the impression that it's one of those things you seldom see if you go looking for it. On the other hand, I bet if I got up at 3 or 4 in the morning several nights in a row and stared upwards I'd eventually see something. What I secretly wish (or not so secretly now!) is that I were a little kid whose mother or father or grandpa had a fascination with the lights and sat outside until all hours looking for them. And, on a night when they appeared, they would come into my room and wake me and drag me out in my pajamas and heavy coat and snow boots to have a look. Maybe there would be cocoa too. That would be great.
Figuratively there's all kinds of sunshine! But figurative sunshine does not come through your window at 6:30 and wake you up. Nor does it come through your window at 7:30 and say "Hey, let's go outside and catch the t-bane to campus!" It's really more of an internal thing.
All that to say, I had a week off from Norwegian class, which was supposed to give me a chance to write a paper, but served the additional function of keeping me from noticing how dark it's getting in the morning. Once I got to the train platform at about ... 7:45? It was starting to get light out. It was funny to pass a construction sight that was fully lit with spotlights and such at around this time. The sun doesn't come up early enough for construction workers in the winter. Just one of, I'm sure, many consequences of the short days here that I hadn't anticipated.
My grandmother sent me an email the other day asking if I'd seen the Northern Lights. I haven't. It's supposed to be much easier farther north. But I also get the impression that it's one of those things you seldom see if you go looking for it. On the other hand, I bet if I got up at 3 or 4 in the morning several nights in a row and stared upwards I'd eventually see something. What I secretly wish (or not so secretly now!) is that I were a little kid whose mother or father or grandpa had a fascination with the lights and sat outside until all hours looking for them. And, on a night when they appeared, they would come into my room and wake me and drag me out in my pajamas and heavy coat and snow boots to have a look. Maybe there would be cocoa too. That would be great.
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