
It’s something so simple to us, that it probably doesn’t even occur to most people about just how complicated the process is to bring that ray of sunshine to our faces.
It’s taken until mid May to get to this point, and I daren’t actually articulate it unless I jinx the whole thing, but summer is dangerously close to being visible, and along with it I’ve noticed that people all around the city (possibly the country but I’m only able to be in one place at a time) seem genuinely happy.
Now I know people band terms like ‘being happy’ about too often these days in facebook statuses and whatnot, but when I say it I mean there’s a genuine depth of serenity and peace blanketing the faces of the tides of people swarming around at all times of day. I see it on the commute, I see it at work, I see it on my walks around Canary Wharf and I see it when I go out in the evening. It’s absolutely astonishing that there’s such a stark difference between the ‘London of Winter’ and the ‘London of Summer’. It’s almost like the inhabitance of ‘London of Winter’ get in their misery busses and slink off somewhere to cry a bit while the people of ‘London of Summer’ arrive in ship loads and start laughing as soon as their flip flop clad foot hits dry land.
It’s strange to think that our emotional attachment to sunlight and its sheer force on humanity can come from something as terrifying as our sun’s miracle of physics. We don’t seem to think above the clouds but if we did we’d be stunned at the fact that these almost physical shards of solar pleasure start their life inside a massive ball of anger, heat and radiation.
A Brazilian friend of mine mentioned to me about attitudes of people who have this weather all the time, and oddly enough it’s completely taken for granted. I know we can get a little offish when the summer gets just that bit too hot, but I think we’d rather that than the alternative (on the whole).
I, personally, am more of a winter baby (born in October as I was), however I do like the sunlight beating down even if it’s a chilly day. I’m not one to enjoy long drawn out summers but I can certainly see that the positive effect they have on those around me and that’s enough to let me enjoy the oppressive heat for a time.
We have the pleasant warmth of the summer months which (it could be argued) we appreciate to the level we do as result of the cold, harshness of the winter months. As well as that we have the brutal, powerful source of our gentle, calming seasons. Perhaps it’s sensible to think about both sides to the coins when we’re feeling a little low when the clouds cast over us and remember that although the sunlight might go away for a little while, it means we’d appreciate it all the more on it’s return.
Welcome to summer. For now.
