Four or five years ago, wintertime blues began to bother me much more than before. (I had cherished a strong four seasons as having proper balance, texture, variety, good for character.) Understandably, last winter around here was an all-time low. Trapped was indeed an apt word to describe the feeling.
So I resolved to consciously work to escape the blahs. It’s all too easy to fixate on the negative. A fine thaw day like this (39 degrees!) sure helps. But paying more deliberate attention to increasing light — yeah, dammit, it’s clearly in the sky more than it was, behind clouds or not — so I can sense the grip of winter lessening as much as I feel it gaining as autumn wears on, boosts a valuable new outlook.