The campus I help staff canceled all classes and events this Tuesday due to what looked like a hefty nor’easter winter storm. When I woke up, it was raining, and then, as I wrote this at 4 p.m. that day, not a flake of snow could be seen of the expected 10ish inches we Bostonians had braced ourselves for.
Winter feels like it hijacks our lives a bit, depending on where we’re located. At least up here in New England, we remember sunlight in the evening with nostalgia once Daylight Savings Time ends and the sky is dark by 4 p.m. for several dreary months; we bundle up in layer upon layer when it gets too cold; we save our shoveled-out parking spots with chairs or cones. It’s a different way of life that impacts not only our physical life, but also our emotional life. Seasonal Affective Disorder is real–cloudy day after cloudy day, cold, stuck inside. It gets tough.