TOWARDS TORPOR
A new visitor to my blog made a comment today, mentioning the “hammer of the sleep gods” and wow, did that phrase ever strike me, and resonate all evening until I had a moment to sit down and write about it. Living in Sweden or, I imagine, anywhere this far north, brings with it an increasing and desperate awareness of light. What the sun is doing or not doing, whether it is shining, was shining, will shine, becomes much more important to every day life than one would like to admit to. In the springtime, the anticipation of the growing...