It’s 5 o’clock on a Tuesday morning. I’m sitting on a balcony, fully wrapped up in blankets, and shaking from the cold. I’ve been sitting here since 2:30 am. I’d like to say it’s been wonderful to welcome the new day, but summers in Sweden blend days with nights and it gets hard to separate them. If there wasn’t for the clock, I’m not sure there’d be an end to my confusion. But I must say there is something incredibly attractive in having long, dark, winter nights, and almost never-ending days during the summertime.