Nowadays, we don't have much of a feeling of the harvest time. It belongs to the good old days. As an engineer, I am sitting at my cube, facing multiple computer "windows", but there is no single real window at the sight. All the lights on me have broken spectra. All the information to me is digitized. My coffee mug is half empty, and I feel drowsy. As a nocturnal animal, I am long for the dark night to come. That is only time I see colors become analog again.