Friday, 22 April 2011
Why should sunshine cheer me up quite so much? Is it an elemental thing? Are we authentically of the sun? Why do some of us find that our happiness depends to such an advanced degree on whether the sun has got his hat on?
These are just some of the questions I will explore in incredibly shallow depth if ever at all. Yet, for whatever reason, the sun makes my spirits soar. It would be preferable, as a proud Englishman and Briton, if I derived as much inspiration from a cold, overcast, typically English / British day. I have friends who adore a cold snap, leaves fallen from trees and a grey hue to the sky. They're lucky.
I try to tell myself that it's better if a sunny day is a rare treat, that it would lose its charm if it was a more frequent occurrence and that we are lucky to experience seasons. But I don't actually believe it.