Dreary, Sunless Nostalgia

Although it resembles a past life, it’s been a mere six months since I was knee deep in tourism, budget airlines, and tea time.

It wasn’t too long ago I was in England, where the sun barely shines and the clouds seldom uncover the rays.

I could count the sunny days on one hand. And I’ll be the first to say it was a much better day when I could dare to wear my canvas shoes without the risk of ruining them in puddles (which sadly was the demise of my favorite Toms). I dreamed of brighter days. Warmer days. I dreamed of the sun and its rare visits.                                                             

Since rejoining the beautiful USA, I haven’t thought once of the sun or when it will be around next. It wasn’t even until this past week, when autumn weather finally made its appearance, on a rainy, dreary, windy day, that I appreciated the sun. It wasn’t until this day, that I looked above at the bleak shade of grey, and yearned for England.

I missed the bustle of the cities and the sheep-filled countryside. The homey villages and the dignified mansions. I missed those English accents and the frequent lingual mishaps.

But what I have missed and cherished the most recently: Those dreary and sunless days. 

British people don’t wake up to another, typical rainy day only to stay in bed netflix-ing the latest guilty pleasure or mull around town grouchy.

They move on.

They go on with their days. Still happy. Still loving life. It was as if they didn’t know it was raining. Which, at times I wondered if this is true.Image

(Taken by the talented Meagan)

Their inspiration is unruffled. J.K Rowling began writing Harry Potter in a small coffee shop, looking out this very window. I imagine many days her view of the Edinburgh Castle was similar to this. If she can find inspiration in the rain, not only am I impressed, but I’m encouraged.

Can we be like the British? Ya know, I think so.

I hope to not be an emotional rollercoaster based on the weather. I hope to wake up, glance out the window – rain or shine – and move on with my day. Move on with my day inspired again. How great would that be? Imagine a world full of cheerful people. Every. day.

That can be me. That can be you.

 

Love,

The Hopeful Weather-Watcher

 

Sun Appreciation Day

I don’t actually believe that is a true holiday, but in my book if there was to be a “Sun Appreciation Day,” today would be it. And praise God it was one of my five days without classes. I was able to sleep in and have my window open – allowing my room to fill with sunshine, birds chirping, and peoples’ mumbles in passing. Although the high was somewhere around 54 degrees, that doesn’t change my motivation to literally tour the town on foot.

Something I’ve taken to heart here in England: Don’t take the sun for granted. With the once-a-day rain and then ever-present clouds hovering, the sun receives little face-time (literally). Thus, on the occasion I look out my window to see a cloudless sky, the sun beaming with pride, and the wind no where to found – it’s a day to celebrate.

Take a walk. Go for a run. Explore this relatively new town.

On days like today I can relate to those children staring out their kitchen window, asking their moms or dads if they can go outside and play until the street lights come on. It’s like territory asking to be tread on.

Song inspiration for the day: Ellie Goulding’s “Your song”