Me? I get happier as days get darker earlier and not because I have the summer version of SAD (seasonal affective disorder).
While the language of Christian scripture and liturgy is bursting with light, I’m more motivated to seek God in darkness. Yes, metaphorically, as per the (apparently) necessary-for-growth Dark Night of the Soul, but also for real.
Doesn’t matter to me whether dusk turns to deep with a chorus of crickets or snowy silence, I’m better able to see and hear God after sunset. So, once again this year, I turned back the clock eager to begin Cozy Contemplative Time. Thanks be to God.