As the days move closer and closer to that one, shortest day of the year in December, I find myself disliking the end of the day. I am a "light" person. I like the light. Natural sun light that is. I love the longer days of daylight during summer. My most favorite time is when the sunlight lingers through the evening past 9:00 p.m. So, when we get into the winter months and the time change and dusk falls at 3:45 p.m. - well, I am just not a happy camper. I hate it when it gets dark so early. Especially that early. It is really the pits. Some may like the early darkness and longer night times, not I. I long for the longer days and springing forward of time in the Spring. I quietly bide my time as we move closer to that shortest day of the year and as soon as that one day is over I start watching the time that darkness falls and with each passing day I am awarded a few minutes longer of light. I can't wait until it stays light again past 5:00 p.m. Even more so, I can't wait until those long, lingering days of light return in the summer. Yep, those long light filled days are the days for me.