An image bubbled up from memory: my father wearing nothing but shorts and a pair of dark goggles, sitting in front of a very bright light. I know it was something prescribed by a doctor; for what specifically, I don't recall.
Now that I'm older I suspect it was probably for seasonal depression.
Which leads to this thought: Half of my genes are from someone so solar powered that he suffered from seasonal depression in New Orleans. A mere ten hours of daylight was not enough. What the fuck am I doing up here in Seattle.
Well, at least yesterday was the solstice, and days will start getting longer from here.