I also have an urge to wear dark colors and dye my hair black again.
In a conversation with a friend of mine, she said she was feeling "dark" and "rawr." Without any further clarification, I would have had no idea how she was actually feeling. When I told her I didn't understand, she replied: "I'm in a dark room — completely dark, save for the light from my computer, listening to good music, reading Sylvia Plath poems, and wishing I was in a pool full of black satin waves with my hair black black and a smokey eye and falsies and a tattoo of a skull and bones."
Her description makes sense. It is a feeling that is not solely experienced in the dark winter months, but I've found it occurs more when the cold, dry air and inky evenings envelop us.
And yet, I want to play in the snow (in Sweden, preferably), and wear white. If I wear white in the snow, combined with my "fair" skin, it might be difficult to tell where I begin and the snow ends.
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