Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Warm feet, cold floor
I do not like hot. I hate hot. Today it is 24 degrees. Not hot hot, but the merciless south of France heat has started its slow blaze. Not only do I hate the heat but because my mind has never really escaped the academic year the summer signals the end of things for me. And when I sense the hot summer arriving I generally start to feel depressed. Languid and sedentary, listless and sticky. I don't like it, I tell you. I don't like it. What is more, despite another "ending" being round the corner this is yet another year which will draw to a close without change. And currently my stasis, my failure to embark on new beginnings for a new year, is combined with the heartache echos of having to change schools, finish a university course, leave a beloved city.
The sun is beating in at my open windows, the summer is coming and I am a bit miserable about it.
But this blog is not called Reasons to be Miserable so here's something I like about the summer heat: bare feet on my beautiful tile floor. I removed my socks today and the cool chill relief made me sigh.
It's not all bad, is it?