|Lack of Light (KS)|
|Written by Iceland Review|
|Tuesday, 20 December 2011 11:00|
It’s the time of dark days in Iceland. “Short days” is what Icelanders call it: skammdegi, the time of the year when the sun barely makes it over the horizon anymore. In December, there are only about four to five hours of daylight.
(When I’m working with tourists in the summer, it’s the number one question asked.)
“Everyone’s preparing for Christmas, going to one of the many Christmas-themed events or bundling up with a hot drink and a good read at home,” I’d explain. “Besides, all winter there is an abundance of lights. Christmas lights, city lights, the gleaming white snow. It really isn’t that dark at all.”
And went on my colleagues’ nerves by constantly asking them what day it was. Days seemed to run together, I was losing track of time. So was my two-year-old son: He kept waking up in the middle of the night, wanting to eat breakfast.
“You’ve become an Icelander at last!” my neighbor exclaimed when she saw my sparkling kitchen window.
But funnily enough, as I am writing this (in mid-December, the darkest time of the year), I just realized that skammdegi
isn’t really bothering me anymore. I’m actually enjoying the dark days right now.
There’ve been Christmas-wrapping and baking sessions with the kids, sledding outside in the snow, weekend trips to festively-decorated Reykjavík and Christmas concerts at the Harpa concert hall—what a wonderful time of the year!
No need to fret. The sun will be back. It’s all uphill from here.
|Last Updated on Tuesday, 20 December 2011 14:41|