Here’s the thing about winters on Cape Cod: everyone disappears.
I’ve found the sudden shortening of daylight to be jarring and sad. It’s dark at 4:30, and then everyone retreats into their homes. Stores close (the coffee shop in town closes at freaking 3 o’clock!). Dinner is served promptly at 5 because what else are you going to do? It’s not like New York, where the lights stay on, and people are out, and you have this general sense that although it feels like 10pm, it isn’t actually 10pm.
I have been fighting with myself to stay up past 8pm. “You’re twenty four,” I say as I brush my teeth, “You can’t go to bed at 8:23. You just can’t.” But I put my sweatpants on. And then I crawl into bed with my laptop to finish my work. You know how this ends.
I don’t know how to fight the darkness. I’ve tried turning all the lights on, making plans after 6pm and steering clear of sleepy time tea. But it’s been a real struggle over here. How are you guys doing it?