Dear Daylight,

I am so sorry. Truly.

I, and so many others, have neglected the light you literally and figuratively bring into our lives. It’s only been five days since Daylight Saving Time ended and, frankly, it’s felt like an eternity. Just a long stretch of darkness over what used to be a campus full of bright-eyed, happy college students.

Even with the shockingly amazing weather we’ve been blessed with this past week, I’ve still been down. In fact, I think the back-to-back days of 70-degree weather have actually made my condition worse. I’ve wasted too many minutes of my life, more than I care to admit, digging through my closet to find that one summer top I like. Meanwhile, the 38,053 fun sweaters and cozy crewnecks I own have been left abandoned until further notice.

I know that if you talked to me two weeks ago, I would’ve begged for times like these. But, call me a hypocrite all you’d like, I want that brisk fall breeze back. I want to finally order a hot PSL and warm my hands on the way to lecture. I crave layers. I crave experiencing these mundane things during the day. I repeat, during the DAY.

It’s diabolical to have to witness the sun setting at 4 p.m. while locked away in Sever Hall 203. With every second that passes, so, too, does my desire to participate. Sorry, TF. It’s me, not you. I hate to admit it, but as soon as I see that dark blue sky crowd out the little sun that’s left, all I want to do is cuddle up in bed and sleep. But can you really blame me? I mean, at some point, my body cannot tell the difference between a 5 p.m. nighttime call and an 11 p.m. one when the sky’s the same color.

I miss the days when I’d walk out of class and be able to sit on Widener steps or lounge in Quincy courtyard working until dinner time at 6:30 p.m. Now, by the time the sun sets at FOUR THIRTY in the afternoon, all I want to do is grab an early dinner and forget about my growing to-do list. My productivity truly reaches an all-time low.

There’s nothing I regret more than not appreciating the good times with you while they lasted. The long, sun-filled nights. The side quests I only went on because I knew the evening was far, far, far away. The sweet treat runs I indulged in when I should’ve been working on my paper. Most of all, I miss you. Hopefully, Punxsutawney Phil can get his act together soon so the two of us can reunite. Just a few more months, I guess.

Sincerely,
A vitamin D-deficient gal