The weather today has lifted. The sky is blue. The sun is shining. It is supposed to be 21 degrees. It feels like it. After days of rain, days of cold and grey, this is more than just a slight relief. My mood has lifted. My spirits are soaring. I feel lighter, almost as if I could float away on the breeze. Extending my arms, I test them out. Can I fly? No. Shame. It would have been nice. Different. Exciting. An adventure. Still, I have just returned from one, and that did necessitate flight, albeit in an airplane.
The return to reality after a two week break, after an escape from the dull and monotonous drudgery of normal life, is a challenge. I am struggling. I keep asking myself why it is that I live in this country? Why so many of us do. When the weather is so often miserable. When the sky is so seldom visible. When it rains and rains and is always cold.
Ok, so I am skipping over Spring and Summer and neglecting them somewhat. But I do feel that, to a certain extent, they have neglected me too. Some people would beg to differ and argue that we had a long and pleasant summer. But, apart from the short spell that was classed as a heat wave, it was short and not all that sweet.
It has been a difficult year. A difficult two years. Maybe that is why I am focussing on the negative instead of smiling and trying to be more upbeat.
Today, with the weather being more friendly than mean, I am feeling a lot more positive. I might even manage to like England again.