This is winter in Maine:
Every October, the sun retreats from my northern-exposure apartment. It’s a long, dark winter until I get direct sunlight through the windows again in February. Only a sliver, and only for a few minutes, but it’ll grow.
Here comes the sun! Yay!
Okay, technically it arrived about three days ago, but I couldn’t get a picture of it until this morning.
Does this mean I can stop being depressed, now? How about homicidal: can I blame that on the lack of light, too?