I’m writing this on another dark evening, as the wind howls through the trees behind our house and tugs at the tarpaulin on the roof next door, and the rain drops splat noisily against the window. It’s been the orchestra to January, and seems to be making a fair bid for February too. It’s strange, I think I’ve almost become desensitised to the rain; it’s just such a normal part of our everyday right now. Pulling up the hood to my raincoat as I scuttle up the hill to collect the girls at the end of my work days; or wrapping them up in as many waterproof layers as I can find as we head out for a smidgen of fresh air.
And even when it isn’t actually raining, it’s been grey, and with the grey comes the dark. Lights on throughout the day, detail lost in the gloaming and the sheer frustration (from a photography point of view at least) of having to constantly ramp up the ISO to get enough light into the camera to give it half a chance to capture the small but speedy young ladies.
But then the sunshine comes; bursting out in a glorious array of colour and light, albeit for far too short a time.
I found I’d forgotten that things could be so vibrant; forgotten that actually my house isn’t a little dank cave buried in a hill, but that when the sun shines it’s bright and lovely. I also found that I’d forgotten that grey and dark can be quite a nice mask for “needs dusting”, and the sunbeams danced their way across more than a few cobwebs, but that’s a story (and a chore) for another day.
But dust bunnies aside, it was worth it. It made everyone so happy; simply say in our lounge soaking it all in – Mickey Mouse waffles optional!
I think after this winter I can understand the mad March hares a little better; all this extra light makes you want to run around a little crazily; to celebrate, just in case it doesn’t come again perhaps.
Kitty in particular seemed to have a fit of the fidgets; she could barely keep still, even to eat. If she wasn’t dancing, she was singing,
and if she wasn’t singing, she was scaling her long-suffering father like a climbing frame – waffle clamped firmly between her teeth for safe keeping.
My little expressive funny-face; so tired of winter I think, and definitely ready for a little spring sunshine; even of the freezing cold variety.
Sadly I think the forecast will disappoint her; so we’ll have to store up these days to warm ourselves with on the next afternoon of racing raindrops down the windows.
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