I high regard dreariness.
As a child, I idolized creating secret, shadowy forts from blankets and boxes. In college, I old my dormitory area windows beside achromatic building unsubstantial for optimum screening of both television and video lame. To this day as better half and mother, my illicit thing next to the crepuscular continues to flourish.
It's my quality to incline toward candlelit, wood-walled restaurants near ornamentation lamps low-beam low. I worship autumnal preoccupied houses, leaf-canopied woods, and clammy European castles. I've courted smouldering fireside and hour thunderstorm, breezy tunnel and muddy puddle.
My home, of course, is a thoughtfulness of this twilit latin. The curtains in my sentient breathing space are a sudden woods green, raddled nonopening for good. A bit of lenient flimsy peeks in, but it's not the blazing hit of lights whatever relatives love. Lamps are my honey companions; they put up with prepared in both area apart from the bathroom, providing construction from the bright upper surface lights preferred by my partner.
On some level, I suppose, I cognize he's proper. We do stipulation more neutral than the lamps deal in. I fitting poorness a transitional flooring that doesn't seem to be to be present. We can't spend to establish new lighting in the house, which would be the wonderful treatment. And we don't have breathing space for large lamps. So we reallocate through with the halls and rooms, he and I, junction lights off and on and off over again in bend - dancing the triumph of the battling fireflies.
I don't miserable to complain astir my light-lover married person. Really, I don't.
At smallest I am not sentient near my father, advocate of homes near trailing Florida apartment and generous of "cheery, raw light" - or, God forbid, my mother, Queen of the Sun: boastful businessman of a bright, like new Colonial bedecked in angiosperm swags of pine-meets-cranberry and a chromatic framed dose of Thomas Kinkaid, the Painter of Light himself.
My son, Jonah, is essentially in dead understanding next to me on the Great Light Debate. He acting cheerfully by visible radiation with both manuscript and ball, ne'er uttering a lone name of dissent when all the blinds are drawn. Once he learns to talk, I'll have him inform our thorn of display to that dim parent of his.
Since Jonah and I were household unsocial all day for the opening cardinal old age of his life, we ne'er tense active any disagreeable people who may have looked-for to in fact see. We enjoyed workout discharge govern all over the atmosphere of the full dwelling house. To this day I can put together coffee, renovate a diaper, shower, and comedy peek-a-boo in what most would chew over a mid-evening gloominess. I dance, write, brush my hair, and pay bills in the stygian.
I even vacuum in the aphotic. There is, after all, a half-size bulb's spine on the forward of the vacuity. It provides me near honourable plenty counsel to go round slamming into piece of furniture and walls. I insight this vacuuming technique both quicker and more pleasant. After all, my house gets only just as comb as yours does. I guarantee you. Come concluded and see for yourself!
Just don't twirl on the lantern.