I see that in the north of Finland, kaamos or polar night has long begun. Philosophers please note, in Utsjoki the sun will not come up tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that. In fact, no sun until mid-January.
Meanwhile, here in Helsinki, about 6 degrees below the Arctic Circle, a miserable spell of mild, grey, drizzly weather has given way to exhillerating crisp, clear days. All the same, it is strange to get up in what feels like the middle of the night and look out onto the street to see people scurrying to their offices like disturbed house-mice. I do my best to get out during some of the precious hours of lightness.
But I have to admit I do have a predisposition for warm dark places. And with the innovative ways that Finns find to heat their homes, you can enjoy your overheated flat with a certain level of ecological impunity.