I spent a part of my childhood in the extreme north, and you get used to it. Usually I wouldn’t see the sun between mid December and late January. Winter just becomes a dark time, and you get used to the street lights. The first sunrise feels almost magical.
A more recent one that really struck me hard was the date lines in True Detective - Night Country.
Dec. 22nd Third Day of Night
It really grounded me how fucking creepy it must be to see the sunset and know it’s not coming back for months.
I spent a part of my childhood in the extreme north, and you get used to it. Usually I wouldn’t see the sun between mid December and late January. Winter just becomes a dark time, and you get used to the street lights. The first sunrise feels almost magical.