People get strange in the dark.
As the night lengthens and the day shortens,
We adjust to the absence of light.
Some curl up under artificial fluorescence,
Bathed in sickly, not-light until they can ignore
The darkness outside.
(South gets darker faster than we remember, but it is warmer and easier to find other compensations.)
Still others are fascinated by the half-light,
Sit out in the cold and dark to play and live
And wait, breathless, for
The pale and distant sun.
Light is so important to our relationship with the world, something that is always made clear in its absence.