My Kind Of Time...
Oct. 20th, 2010 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicaddict...this morning, I scraped the ice off the windscreen for the first time.
The sky was clear as a bell, and pre-sunrise there was the full sky spectrum of deep terracotta at one horizon to deep blue at the other. The air was crystal clear - I felt like I could see for a thousand miles in every direction. Summer, with its air turbulence and higher pollen counts, simply can't compete.
I didn't have to wear my sunglasses for over half the journey today, as the sun hadn't come up yet. Tonight, I'll get to take them off halfway home as the sun will have gone down. I won't have to spend every waking hour wishing the sun would fuck off so I can see properly. I won't have to put up with the discomfort of being too hot all the time and having no more clothes I can take off while remaining decent. This is where my body's own homeostatic rhythm wakes up and finally starts to take over properly.
My sympathies go out to those suffering from SAD and who feel the cold, and I send well-lit and toasty-warm thoughts their way.
But for now, it's getting cold, it's getting dark, and it's my kind of time.
The sky was clear as a bell, and pre-sunrise there was the full sky spectrum of deep terracotta at one horizon to deep blue at the other. The air was crystal clear - I felt like I could see for a thousand miles in every direction. Summer, with its air turbulence and higher pollen counts, simply can't compete.
I didn't have to wear my sunglasses for over half the journey today, as the sun hadn't come up yet. Tonight, I'll get to take them off halfway home as the sun will have gone down. I won't have to spend every waking hour wishing the sun would fuck off so I can see properly. I won't have to put up with the discomfort of being too hot all the time and having no more clothes I can take off while remaining decent. This is where my body's own homeostatic rhythm wakes up and finally starts to take over properly.
My sympathies go out to those suffering from SAD and who feel the cold, and I send well-lit and toasty-warm thoughts their way.
But for now, it's getting cold, it's getting dark, and it's my kind of time.
