This morning on the way into work, the wee small hours of morning were dark and moody. Mist enshrouded Hyde Park and the eerie darkness made the fun fair rides look rather sinister as I passed them by.
I think morning mist is like an unrequited love, everything is hazy and out of focus but the closer you get the more elusive it becomes. Cursed with the knowledge you can see it but never posses it.
At the moment we only have 8 hours of sunlight at the most and even that is a sombre grey. This is more then many unfortunate places but that doesn't stop me getting depressed.
I'm convinced S.A.D (Seasonal Affective Depression) causes people to go a little insane with the Christmas lights. There are some streets and we've all seen them with houses that I'm sure can be seen from space.
But there is a town in the French Alps who have come up with an ancient solution :
Of Course if you live in the Arctic circle and happen to be stuck with 4 months of darkness this might not be that great but I still think the idea is rather sound.
Well done mountain people...now all I have to do is move to the tropics...