One of the things that really struck me in Boston last week was just how high the sun was in the sky, compared to here in Iceland. Just now as I was walking down to lunch at noontime, my shadow seemed unbelievably long, a loping stick-man that stretched down the hill in front of me. When I got to the employee lot, the shadow covered the widths of 4 or 5 parked cars. So I paced it out using the old FB shoe-measuring method, and came up with the scientific estimate of 25 feet. That's a low sun.