Spring is on it’s way - there’s no doubt about it. The days are getting longer, brighter and more hopeful. Soon we’ll be sitting out in the sun without countless layers and warm drinks to keep our spirits and temperatures up - oh how the time flies!
It’s been a long Winter and even now it feels like it’s hanging on for as long as it can summon the strength to do so. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve optimistically underdressed over the last few weeks - just one more layer and I wouldn’t be shivering. It’s been harder to get going in both a proverbial and literal sense. Rhaegar (my 28 year old car) has been struggling with the colder temperatures, but we’ve just about made it through together.
Today feels different. Today is my favourite kind of day. The wonderfully rare combination of blue skies and a chill in the air. There’s nothing quite like it.
I can recall the first time I realised this, when I was 16 years old. I was stood waiting for a bus with a good friend of mine and we were both suitably wrapped up. As we stood talking we could see our breath - and there was a bonus layer of frost on the ground, too. Since then, days like this have always demanded my happiness.
I’m not one to overanalyse experiences of simple beauty, but I think I’ve come to realise why this is. It’s the literal feeling of change in the air - Winter being left behind and making way for the Summer that’s just beyond the horizon. Mindfulness teaches us to acknowledge that behind even the greyest clouds there is blue sky. On days like this, it might be bitterly cold and harder to endure, but the cerulean canvas is right there in front of us.
So I’ll take a slice of that optimism to go. I’ll open Rhaegar’s sunroof and play those Summer songs I’ve dearly missed. To quote Fountains of Wayne - ‘Don’t take it so bad - you know the Summer’s coming soon…’