I'm starting to think that my genetic make-up has changed to be part lizard, or sunflower, or something else that tracks the sun. Just in time to add gravitas to Al Gore's promo tour for his Global Warming documentary, our weather flipped from a blast of drenching Winter straight to Summer. Without passing Spring, Go, or collecting $200.
It's all I can do to stop myself from singing the Hallelujah Chorus out loud. (If you've heard me sing, give thanks.) What it has made me want to do is grab my camera and be outdoors all the time. To throw open the doors and windows of my house and let the Winter fug out. To throw open the doors and windows of my 'internal house' and let the Winter fug out. Dance. Scream. Be a cheeky monkey. Get laid.
It's not all the weather of course, probably only a small percentage in truth. It's a feeling of change. Seasons cycling, tides turning, stars reaching apogee or perogee. I like stability but I love change. If I could I would try new things and new places all the time, maybe grab a backpack and my camera and just wing it for a while like did in my 20s.
I think my current feeling also comes from taking inventory and realising that the shelves are better stocked than I thought. You know? Taking off the blinkers and have a good look around. Having fun, being positive, mixing metaphors like a madman and realising that there is a lot that makes the Good List.
Of course tides turn, and some days are overcast, but if I'm really going to push out this boatload of metaphors, then the choppy seas can be navigated with the right compass and a craft made sturdy. Why not? Calm seas and clear skies are a certainty, they might just seem to take their sweet time getting here, but they will get here.