There is no doubt, I am a creature of the night, the dark, the cool, the gloom, winter light and rain.
Bright sunshine makes me cringe …”Heeelp I’m meeeelting!”
I endure summer like it’s a punishment dished out by the Gods.
I am bad tempered bathed in sweat.
When the clouds wrap themselves around the sun, I rejoice.
When they change their minds and move on I am depressed.
Give me gloom, soft light….gentle light…..dappled light….shadows….
I am addicted to watching the weather channels, on TV and online.
All of them…
I check every day so I know what to expect….kinda (do they ever get it right?)
Anything over 25 degree’s and I’m unhappy.
Anything over 30 degree’s and I’m miserable.
Anything over 40 degree’s and I’m….not fit to live with.
The funny thing is my family tease me, criticize me even, for constantly monitoring the weather…and yet, if they need to know what the weather is “going to be”….they ask ME.
“What’s the weather supposed to be on Sunday mum?”
It’s ok, I know I have my quirks.
My husband is the complete opposite.
“Glorious weather!” he says when we’re in the middle of a heat wave.
I think he does it just to piss me off, and it does, immensely.
When it rains though, you would think that pure acid is falling from the sky.
“I’m not going out in that!” he whimpers.
“This is slit your wrists weather. So depressing!”
And if he does HAVE to go out in the acid rain…even a mere sprinkle of it has him hunched over, plucking his feet up off the ground like he’s stepping in excrement, hurrying to the car as though it truly is injuring his body as it gently spatters his shoulders.
When I bought my GHD hair straightener, I laughed reading the instruction manual.
It said something like….” When air temperature is cold the device will make warbling noises.”
That’s my husband! Exactly!
Warbling. What a wonderful word.
I don’t understand it.
“Why are you opening all the windows up mum. It’s raining!” said my eldest daughter the other day.
‘You never open ALL the windows on nice sunny days!”
No….that’s because I don’t like sunny air.
It’s not the same.
Rain air is FRESH….it’s sweet and clear and brings with it the delicious aroma of pungent earth and green smells of washed leaves.
It’s the best air there is!
Sunny air just amplifies any BAD smells.
Rain makes everything glisten and shine. It brings out the colours. Grass looks greener, foliage looks more lush, flowers, and spider webs look bejewelled.
I like to watch nature drink in the goodness of rain.
It thirsts for it ….gulps it down greedily, and when satiated, simply wallows, in pure happiness in the puddles.
Rain at night is the best thing of all. The sound of it lulls me to sleep.
A good grumbling storm is even better, one that goes on for hours, but they are rare.
Night is just better overall.
I can breathe, at night. I feel alive when the sun is gone.
I feel less stressed, more at peace with myself and the world.
The other morning I awoke at around 5 am. This has been happening a lot lately.
I get up, make a cup of tea and usually drink it in bed….watch the news or something , then eventually I go back to sleep.
Not the other morning.
I got up and went outside and sat on the front verandah and simply soaked in the magic of 5 am.
I can’t begin to describe how it feels to me – that particular time of the morning.
Truly the word “magic” fits.
You can feel the night clinging on desperately, not wanting to let go, but even in the dark, before the birds begin to stir, you can sense the morning fighting equally as hard , against the night.
The air is just different.
The “feel” is paradoxically electric in the silence and the stillness.
The raucous laughter of the kookaburra’s broke the magic.
They are like the clowns of dawn. Disturbing the peace with all their rowdy attention seeking.
I was disappointed.
I went back to bed.
“Shows over folks!”
Soon it will be sock weather.
Cool evenings, crisp mornings.
The leaves will begin to turn.
Everything will sigh in relief (especially me) and calm down.
The light will be gentle….the shadows softer, the air cleaner.
I will sleep easier.