Dark/Light
Mar. 27th, 2003 02:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundI've always loved the dark half of the year: the evenings drawing in when autumn comes, the sharp taste of the air, the calming of the colours after the dazzling blue days of summer, the wild stormy afternoons, the cold on my cheeks. I'm a Samhain baby, which is part of it, and another part is my traditional preference for indoor, by-the-fire type activities.
But these past few winters have been very fucking hard. Today I look out at yet another perfect spring day - clear and warm, but with an edge to it all the same - and my whole body aches to be out in it.
It's the full-time job thing again, I realised as I scuttled a couple of hundred metres down the street to have my lunch. I just don't get enough daylight in December and January any more. In school we were turfed out into the yard at lunchtime whenever there wasn't an actual hurricane blowing; in college I was always on the move in the gaps in my timetable. Whatever - it did the trick. But now I arrive at work in the morning, and apart from the abovementioned lunch-scuttle there's no reason for me to be out under the sky at all until evening comes.
(I won't do it, you see, unless I have to. I don't know what's good for me.)
The clocks are going forward next weekend, and for the first time in my life, I think I won't grudge the lost hour in bed.
But these past few winters have been very fucking hard. Today I look out at yet another perfect spring day - clear and warm, but with an edge to it all the same - and my whole body aches to be out in it.
It's the full-time job thing again, I realised as I scuttled a couple of hundred metres down the street to have my lunch. I just don't get enough daylight in December and January any more. In school we were turfed out into the yard at lunchtime whenever there wasn't an actual hurricane blowing; in college I was always on the move in the gaps in my timetable. Whatever - it did the trick. But now I arrive at work in the morning, and apart from the abovementioned lunch-scuttle there's no reason for me to be out under the sky at all until evening comes.
(I won't do it, you see, unless I have to. I don't know what's good for me.)
The clocks are going forward next weekend, and for the first time in my life, I think I won't grudge the lost hour in bed.
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Re: bemused...
Date: 2003-03-27 02:24 pm (UTC)