I didn't see the sky for 9 days. Not once. Not even a brief glimpse. By the fourth or fifth day I was online, checking to see when relief might come, when we might be able to peek at an emerging blue sky. The town slowed down, the population's mood was noticeably dour. It's amazing what a little sun can do. Or lack thereof. It's probably no coincidence that the U.S. is behind Sweden, Germany, Denmark, and France in suicide rates per 100,000 people. It's certainly not attributable to lifestyle. In any case, I can't remember the last time I went 9 days with a thick, depressingly gray, overcast sky greeting me from the moment I woke in the morning to the time I went to bed. The clouds finally broke yesterday and my roommate and I celebrated with nearly 2 bottles of wine before I went to work for the dinner shift last night.
As the Kiwis are fond of saying, "sweet as..."
If you're ever in New Zealand, bring a raincoat.
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