I think this ever-darkening weather is the pits. Can't wait until Solstice next week when everything will grow brighter, slowly but surely. Brighter as in sunsets at 9pm again, fresh beets in the garden again, the cat sleeping on the outdoor adirondack chairs all night again. Sun tea, breezes through the house, cotton shirts, bare feet, fewer-clothes, walking in creeks, road trips, blankets at the park, using the push-mower, cut garden flowers, grilling, fresh mint, iced drinks again. Sun! As much sun as I could want! Too much sun!
Can't wait, I tell ya.