When Kari Leibowitz moved to the Arctic in 2014, she braced herself for the influence of lengthy, darkish, freezing winters. The temperature in Tromsø, Norway, plunges to subarctic ranges on the coldest nights, and it snows nearly day by day for eight months of the 12 months. Certainly the wind would slap her face, and unshoveled snow would sneak down her boots, wetting her socks. Ice crystals would cling to strands of her hair. However there can be an emotional influence, too, akin to plunging head-first right into a deep pool of the winter blues. Most distressing, she assumed, can be the Polar Night time: a two-month stretch throughout which the solar doesn’t rise above the horizon in any respect.
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