First impressions

Right after my adventurous arrival at Dublin in the beginning of December, I was immediately forced to realise that I am not in my homecountry, as when I woke up the next morning at about half past 8 (a.m. not p.m.), I had to contemplate for a while about the fragile nature of clocks and watches around me, which might have broken down (maybe) due to the flight we had survived together, because I simply couldn't believe my eyes, when I looked out of the windows and realised that the lights are on in the streets, as the sun has just started to rise... Hmmm... Not a very warm welcome...
Later, when I regained my senses, I googled it (I mean the phenomenon, not my senses) and found that in December in Ireland the sun rises at 8.25. a.m. and it sets at 4.10. p.m. OMG. Practically this means that in winter the sky is gloomy until half past 8 a.m. and that it is growing dark at around 4 p.m. Not much, but believe me, it is tolerable.

And since I wrote down the word gloomy, I cannot think of anything, but a song. A kind of supreme power demands me to show it and I cannot resist, although it has nothing to do with the Irish... Sorry for the depressive tone. After all, it is in my blood due to my nationality... So. Here comes the suicide song related to gloomy in my mind:



And for those, who are interested, here is the story behind the song: