I’ve washed my hair and feel happily clean. The sun is shining outside and bells from the church across the street are ringing clearly. I wonder what the occasion is? Looking out of the window, I see nothing – not a wedding. Maybe the bell-ringers are practising, I think. I am wearing my grandmother’s clothes – a fuschia pink top and her bracelet – a line of glittering, coloured gemstones. It occurs to me that most women in their twenties wouldn’t want to wear their grandmother’s clothing. But she was a stylish lady even in her nineties. So I do.
The weather has been unusual this year. It’s August yet it feels autumnal. The sunlight is faint and the air is cooler. I am not relishing this fact. Autumn is my worst season and I’ve already had an episode of depression so severe that I missed my two favourite seasons. Seasons that I had been anticipating with excitement from last September. Think: Christmas and cosy winter snow. Maybe it won’t be as bad as I’m expecting.
I am listening to some exciting new music (the topic of a future post). At least I can enjoy good music. Will be going for a walk soon. Despite the signals the weather’s giving it’s still Summer and I must try to make the most of the longer days before they shorten and leave only a small window of time when it’s possible to walk.