I wrote a short story last year by that title, though I have yet to inflict it on any of you (but now that I think about it, maybe I will…). But here it refers to the dying light as the Antarctic winter advances.
The sun will set this weekend and not make an appearance again until August. For the past week or so, we haven’t seen direct light, and what light we do get is often all but obscured by snow clouds or heavy fog. For a couple hours a day, on the brightest of days, we get light that resembles that period of predawn when everything is colored in blues and grays.
To be honest, predawn is one of my favorite times to be outdoors, especially when I’m camping. There is a stillness and solemnity to the light that makes me feel as if I have stepped back in time. Not that I’m outdoors much here anymore. With wind chill factored in, it’s minus 31 degrees Fahrenheit out there right now.
I hope to be venturing outside later today, however, for the field trip I mentioned in my last post. It was postponed a week due to weather (we had a Con2 storm with 96 mph gusts of wind and snow that just slapped you silly if you stuck your head out the door) but it looks like it’s on for tonight. Huzzah! Stay tuned for details.
Until then, for those of you who have asked for some of the more mundane details of wintering over in Antarctica, here are a few shots of my room. Keep in mind that, for all of the summer season, four people lived in this room, more or less harmoniously.