I live fifty-three degrees north. Just twelve below the Arctic Circle. Yet curse the Gulf Stream for keeping our climate temperate.
On the other hand, I find I work better on sunny days. Am I proof, like trees in full foliage, for solar power being the way nature intended? Seasonal affective disorder exists for a reason. I don’t have SAD, but I find myself getting extremely tired in winter. I think biologists ought to look into this “solar panel” phenomenon.
Or maybe my brain is fried. That’s probably it.