Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Summer nearly does me in every year. It's too hot and the light is unforgiving and the days go on way too long.
I've seen a lot of seasons, change in my time. It's been a very lucky life.
Feeling a little blue in January is normal.
Our subjective experience of time is highly variable. We all know that days can pass like weeks and months can feel like years, and that the opposite can be just as true: A month or year can zoom by in what feels like no time at all.
The month of November makes me feel that life is passing more quickly. In an effort to slow it down, I try to fill the hours more meaningfully.
If any of you have ever lived down south of the Mason-Dixon line, you know that late September still means summer heat.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm still scared of the dark. I have to have a light on all night. It's completely irrational, and my son is the same. I just hate the dark.
Most of us have days or weeks or months so awful, we wish we'd never been born.
If months were marked by colors, November in New England would be colored gray.
I don't know anyone who actually likes the dark or night-time. I don't care how much they say it doesn't bother them. That's why we used to huddle in caves and light fires when the sun went down.