I understand the whole concept of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I don't much like dark days, except in early November when they are kind of a novelty after several seasons of brilliance.
But in mid-February, the is a subtle shift in the angle of the sun that is akin to the amber light of late autumn. It is at this time when I seek color.
I recently bought two coats at late-season prices. One is a pumpkin colored long coat, the other a spice-colored short coat. I keep flowers at my desk, and today was pleasantly surprised when a friend sent me cream roses with pink edges in a pink fluted bowl.
Tonight I went to a business event and marveled at the beauty of the display pictured above of nearly every fruit and vegetable available in the midwest.
How can anyone be unhappy when we live in a world of such beauty?