Life in the Misty Woods
I know this is incomprehensible to probably about 95% of humanity, but I’m relatively sure that I have some form of reverse-Seasonal Affective Disorder. I get unreasonably irritable, stressed and even downright sick when it’s sunny outside. Summers are misery for me, but in some ways it’s even worse when it’s sunny in the winter. I think it’s because I’m psychologically prepared for sun in the summer, but when it happens in winter, it’s unexpected. It’s also harder for me to escape from, because I live in an oak wood, and while my house is pretty well shaded in the summer, in the winter—with all the leaves off the trees—the sun becomes absolutely blinding. Even with all the shades in the house drawn, it is just unreasonably bright.
This winter has been kind of crappy, because we’ve been having a “Drier Than Normal” (not necessarily drought, but pretty drought-like for Oregon) year. It has rained—and rained hard!—a few times, but in general it’s been much sunnier and much warmer than normal.
I have been very cranky.
Today was one of the worst days of the winter so far, or at least the worst day in a few weeks, and I was feeling sick, miserable, and borderline homicidal. But then the universe decided to show mercy upon me, and at 4:30, the fog started rolling in.
That’s more like it.
Would I say enduring abysmal sunshine in exchange for pictures like that was worth it? Well, I wouldn’t quite go that far. But either way, I do very much like living in the woods, even if the leaves fall off in the winter. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.