Our seasons in Alaska are drastic, wild, and changing. Every year is different, and each season inserts itself in our collective memories which we can refer to later, such as “Don’t you remember the summer of 2004?” It’s almost a test, as our seasons are the way we can truly see if a resident has been here for it all: for the winter of 2010,the summer of 2010, and every other crazy year that happens.
Spring and Autumn tend to be minor blips on our radar, leaving little impact as we are constantly anticipating the large seasons. Summer brings fire, winter brings the cold, and in Fairbanks alone we reach -50ËšF and 90ËšF easily within one annum. Preparatory measures seem to be our main concern, and we constantly anticipate the weather that the day will bring by monitoring weather apps and asking “how are the roads?” in winter.
Our seasons also have an impact on our moods, and it’s no surprise that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is such a major issue up here. We don’t get a lot of daylight, and I know this time of year, where we are leading up the winter solstice, the days are getting shorter and our moods sink. Daylight plays such an integral part in our psyche that winter is a slow time, and on the opposite side of that, we are positively manic in the summer.