Clothing the sun

The sun has hidden away behind the swelling clouds that have covered the sky like a new landmass.  The air has lost its bright shine and rain has returned to dampen our gardens and our spirits.  The light is dull and life feels dull as I had got used to soaking in the sunshine and enjoying each flower and leaf and tree as it blazed against the blue.  But it will be back.  The grass will make use of this change to refire its yellow fibres with green.  And the flowers and I will wait.

The thing I love about England is its green, waving avenues of bushes and trees lining the roads, and carpets of grass stretching their green mantle across fields and river banks, gardens and verges.  Green is so soothing, it’s the colour of peace and life lining our souls.  It shows up to perfection on our sunny summer days, our strawberries and cream days when we forget our isolations and live outside in community with each other.  But if every day was sun-butter bright the green would be dried to yellow and we would lose our oases of cool.

So I will put off my sandals and put on my socks and shoes.  I will mirror the clouds clothing the sun and wear my warmer clothes.  I will retreat inside my house, inside my self, and learn the tempo of this day.  I will find the jobs to do that sunshine gives me an excuse to neglect.  And I might or might not do them.