Tag: Weather

Last of the Summer Days

Posted on by Han_A

Summer is gone.

So yes, the title of this post isn’t entirely correct (but is any headline these days?).

We’re in that weird period where summer has ended, but the sun is trying to hold on to its last days of glory.

I’ve done my mourning, but what I’m probably not mentally ready for is the shorter days, particularly when you leave the office and it’s already dark or the sun is starting to set. 😭

What this means in the UK is that the weather is fairly unstable and predictable. There are lots of clouds and ghastly winds on most days right now. We even had hailstones a few weeks ago, for goodness sake.

Each day, I look at the weather forecast and try to figure out if it’s a winter coat or denim coat day. The former is the winner of the majority of those votes on most days, and I suspect I’ll be upgrading to full-time winter coat wearing in a matter of days, if not weeks.

I enjoyed the summer, but Autumn sun is so wholesome – there’s something about it that can’t really be captured or described in a sentence. However, we seem to have missed that lovely Autumn sun period, so I’m a bit sad, I can’t lie. Then again, October awaits, so I may be proven wrong. Who knows.

I’m cautiously optimistic.

How it’s meant to be.

Posted on by Han_A

Yesterday I had a moment of serenity as I walked down the path to choir rehearsal. I was on the back streets of Notting Hill, the sun shining (weakly, but shining nonetheless), cooling intervals of breeze and Shawn Mendes’ voice soothing my eardrums. Did I mention I was eating a beef patty? Well, I should have, and with every bite, I was more appreciative of the moment at hand. As I looked at the trees ahead fighting for the sun’s spotlight I thought about how everything had conspired for this moment to happen. If I had decided to go home or to a different part of London, or maybe if it had rained instead- that exact moment wouldn’t have happened. That kind of mathematics (i.e. possible worlds and alternative chains of events) I like to leave to God, but it’s amazing to think about every now and then; it gives a new meaning to the moment.

Here’s a poem a wrote to embody the feeling in such moments:

I’m stoppable, untoppable*

as I walk down the street

there is no obstacle

that can slow me down.

The wind is my fanfare and

the sun my spotlight.

My feet tread light but stride confidently.

And my worries are only echoes

My worries are only echoes.

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(*technically not a word but hey ho.)