Sunday, Sunny Sunday
Sunshine always looks better from inside looking out.
I look out the window and think, oh it is so glorious, I must go and be IN it. But the minute I am in it I don’t know what to do next, I am now too hot, anxious that I am not enjoying it enough, I can’t relax, I must keep on walking around, keep taking it all in. I can’t wander round shops, you don’t need sunshine to look in the shops, I go to the park, but the nearest bit is the bit everyone goes to and it is mobbed with children on scooters and groups sitting eating M&S picnics. Being out in the sunshine is becoming less appealing. I don’t want to get in the car and ‘go’ somewhere to enjoy the sun so it must be walking distance and then halfway through my outdoor excursion I have had enough. The second part of the walk, heading home I am not aware of the glorious weather at all, apart from feeling sweaty and half blind from going from strong sun to deep shadow, I want to get indoors and fast.
Sitting back in the sun-filled bedroom, glancing out of the window every so often at the high definition, vivid outdoors I am happy that I am not out there. Happy that everyone else is out trudging around ‘enjoying’ it with heavy shopping bags, too-hot-clothing, pushchairs and scooters and uncomfortable shoes, picking their way through the crowds. One of the best things in life is the decadence of having a nap in a sun-filled bedroom under sun-baked sheets, listening to the cars outside in a hurry to get to the place that they have researched and deduced will be the best place to enjoy the sun. I am already in it.
