Grey light, sound of rustling leaves, smell of concrete in the air. It changes my whole outlook on life, somehow. Yellow sunlight really does depress the hell out of me—it becomes obvious when I notice how much better I feel once it goes away.
Maybe I still have leftover effects from all of that Moab stuff so long ago. Or maybe it’s just that everything good in my childhood happened in fall and winter, never in summer. Who knows.