It’s the time of year when the clocks go back and it feels like the days suddenly get really dark. Which they do. It’s usually grey, rainy and drizzly here in November and it’s always when I begin to think dark, depressing thoughts and wonder how I will ever survive another 5 months of this. Every day I resist putting on my winter coat feels like a tiny victory against the encroaching cold.
The plants on the balcony are dying, giving up their lives one by one as the nights get colder and the frost threatens. We begin lighting candles in the evening in an attempt to ward off the oncoming winter blues with their warm yellow glow. I comfort myself with buying a new pair of funky looking tights and boots with a silvery glittery sole and a fur trim. A friend calls them ‘russian princess boots’ and I smile.
Then, walking home one day, suddenly the sun comes out and the sky shines blue for a moment – a real rarity at this time of year. I take a minute to simply stop, close my eyes and turn my face to the sun, like a plant soaking up it’s life-giving rays. The light is pale and thin, nothing like the bright yellow of the summer glow. The few leaves still valiantly clinging to their branches shimmer rather than blaze under it’s touch. I’m sure I look strange stopped on the pavement with my eyes closed, carrying a shopping bag with new shoes in it. But at this time of year, you have to take your moments of sun where and when you find them.
Opening my eyes I say a small murmur of thanks to the sun for paying me a visit today. For helping to remind me that even in winter, the sun still comes to visit from time to time.