Published on 12, July, 2020
Anyone else have this?
Where most look forward to ever more daylight, it's around now that I start to miss in advance the clear delineation between day and night. That first evening leaving work and it's still daylight depresses me profoundly in a way I can't quite explain. The aggressive insistence of Spring I suppose.
I'm really going to miss my 4.30 pm twilights, but I suppose if we had our personal favourite seasons (autumn/winter in my case) all year round we'd never appreciate them to the extent we do.
Anyone else understand/have this reversal of the more conventional form of SAD? It's not that I won't get *something* out of the warmer months of flourishing nature, but witnessing Spring's birthpains is like an assault on the senses. Daffodils kind of disgust me - they're so raw, the early shock troops of the season, forced out of the soil into cold harsh misery and screaming in pain. Crocuses too. Like the visual equivalent of being near chopped raw onions or something. Snowdrops at least look more pleasant and delicate, but they're so impertinently 'early' - can we just have winter for now please, thanks? Anyone get this, or am I just sounding insane?
Scary Weather Screenshot ahoy:
Am I right/wrong in thinking that the two black circles (with the number 40 inside) represent the strength of the wind?
I think so yes. Strength and direction. Maybe 40 isn’t too bad - it’s just next to twenty it looks dramatic. Gale force is upwards of 60 I think
40’s kind of nice - a bit of lightly howling wind to feel cosy being in from, but nothing that’s going to put livestock through your window
I promise you’ll be fine. Just enjoy watching the trees sway from your window. If there are trees. Or windows.
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