S.A.D: Seasonal Affective Disorder. I think I had it, I’m not sure, but I think I had it. Why? Because when those grizzly clouds rolled in from the Atlantic and firmly planted themselves on my city for the duration of what felt like 100 dark years, drowning out the Sun in a sea of monotone of Communist grey. I found myself slipping in to a depressed state of work, sleep, work sleep and really achieving very little in the way of a social or creative life. The constant drizzle, freezing temperatures and depressively short days made it impossible to explore this metropolis or just having the will to get out of bed was hard enough.
I was beginning to give up seeing the sun again until today. I was firmly tucked up in bed with my ear poking out from under the covers, listening out for the rain tapping at my window and the gusts of moaning wind that get caught between my house and my neighbours. But today seemed different, I peered out of my covers half expecting to be blasted by the cold air whilst watching the penguins and Polar bears make their escape out of my room to warmer climates, instead I observed bright sunlight breaking through the gaps of my curtains, beaming it’s blinding rays on to the wall opposite. Taking a deep breath and lifting the curtain up, I was greeted by white fluffy clouds floating on the river of light blue sky. Could this be what we have all been praying for? Can we safely lock this angry winter up once and for all?
So follow me in raising your two fingers at the morbid skies and tell that Winter it can stick it’s low pressured into it’s cold front, because from today we have a date with the sun and Mr blue sky. Lazy picnics in the parks & day trips to Brighton will be here very soon. You’ll soon be cycling those empty city streets every Sunday with a grin from ear to ear, and lets not forget those long hazy nights spent in beer gardens of your favourite hipster/media tosser gastropub . Hallelujah.
Whether it’s carnival, the festivals season and yes, even The World Cup (Yawn), it’s all coming to a Great Britain near you. The wait is over, spring is here, so that can only mean two things. Girls in short skirts and low tops. Yes, but no. I mean, sunshine and happy(ish) Londoners worshipping the almighty ball of yellow. So, dust off and slide uncomfortably in to those union jack shorts, expose your pale body parts and raise that ice cold glass of cider you have been saving for those hazy days and steamy nights ahead of us…. Summer is on it’s way.
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