The sun is shining this morning, after a few days of grey skies. And I feel happy. It never ceases to amaze me just how dependent my mood is on the weather. When it is cloudy and grey, I feel subdued; When it is sunny, I feel joyful.
It is more-or-less that simple. It doesn’t much matter what else is happening in my life; whether I am enjoying the intimate company of a lover or spending time alone; whether I am living it up in a luxury hotel or dossing on a park bench; whether I am busying myself with a project or indulging in non-doing; with all these things I can be thoroughly content.
When it comes to the weather, though, my mood is at the mercy of the elements. It is not that happiness only comes when the sun is shining: I can thoroughly enjoy a wild thunderstorm; strong winds I find invigorating; heavy snow is delightful; a torrential downpour is cleansing. No, it is only the dull, grey, overcast skies which subdue my spirit.
But today the sun is shining!
