Despite this being a grey old day, here in good old Blighty, I woke this morning with a heart full of optimism. Why? Well it was 6.30 am, I could hear birds singing and despite the rain, the sky was lighter than it’s been in a long time.
It’s been a damp, snowy, hailstoney winter and it ain’t over yet, but there’s light at the end of the tunnel and that should fill us all with gladness. The summer probably won’t be up to much, here in Britain anyway, but it’s got to be warmer than it is at present and the daylight hours will be longer and stronger and that’s got to be a good thing.
It’s strange, but despite my writing being quite dark, I crave daylight, as do most of us. It’s then I get most of my inspiration. Hey – I never claimed to be mentally stable, now did I?
So roll on lighter and brighter and possibly more inspirational days.