I keep telling people that the darkness in Arkhangelsk isn’t nearly as difficult as I had feared, and that is true. But when I got to Moscow on Monday and took the train from the airport to the city, I realized it was the first time I had seen blue sky in a month, and I gave myself a headache staring unblinking up at the sky for the whole half hour ride. It was beautiful! And then, when I arrived at the hostel at 4 pm, it was still daylight! And that was beautiful, too.