Well, not really, more like drizzling or spitting — my rain-descriptive vocabulary has certainly widened since I am here.
The street is quiet, still. And as I’m looking upon it from my second story window, only the shadows of branches, dancing in the wind, reminds me that the world hasn’t stopped for the night.
A raincoat silhouette, shielding itself under an umbrella, silently makes its way down the sidewalk, only to be noticed when crossing the amber stream of streetlights. Comfortably curled up on my chair, this sight leaves me hanging. Suddenly, I’m feeling cold although I’m sheltered and warm. Why do I feel so apprehensive despite knowing I’m protected? The night is steady, everything is calm. Regardless, I’m excited, feeling that something is changing.
Autumn is approaching…
The sun has indeed started to retire earlier, leaving everybody a bit more mellow. The cold breeze is making its way back, slightly troubling the smell of everything. Yet, the heat still thinks it can fight it back, battling with courage to give its most fervent admirers a few extra days of summer. I can’t help but close my eyes, a smile on my face, when I perceive that conflict on my skin, when I breathe in that air. For a few seconds, I am free, liberated from the weight of all my worries. And my senses are on alert as I feel each thing.
With Autumn come changes. The leaves put on their flaming colours. Students get prepared for the new school year. Business speeds up, after a slow-paced summer. Over the years, it brought me new friends, my first job, foreign adventures and heart-breaking goodbyes. But I wonder, will life-changing events grind to a halt for the upcoming season? That is something I wouldn’t mind.
But, I guess I will have to wait and see, what the Northern wind will bring me.
I can’t believe it’s been more than a week since my last post! Things are starting to move fast. It’s probably because of the pressure I feel of finding a job and of settling in a weekly routine. It keeps me from seeing the days fly away.
Who never aspired of starting over? The intoxicating feeling of freedom! It is so exiting and thrilling in the beginning, when you see all the possibilities and the potential of what your life could be. Your dreams are big. Your life is going to be such accomplishment. However, when it’s time to act on it, well, that’s a different story. And it is definitely not the part where I shine. I must say, I’m a lot better at procrastination; Facebook, WordPress, cooking, even cleaning… But in my defense, a lot of things needed to be done since I arrived. It wasn’t all delaying activities.
This past week however, even writing my blog could not deliver me from the growing worries I felt inside of me: the idea that doing nothing is better than to be a failure, the fear of rejection, the fear of not being successful… Every time I started working on my documents, those dark shadows crawled along the back of my shoulders, messing my mind, slowing my work, eating my guts and filling me with anxiety. What an horror movie that would be. I almost had the chills writing it down: that’s how much it makes me feel uncomfortable. But in every story there is a white knight. And in this one, it would have to be family, friends and love ones. The support you can find within one is a liberating relief. Someone who is able to rationalize, make you see that the path isn’t so blurry after all. I have the chance to have that. Someone gently pushing you, believing in you, helping you through it all — Did I say believing in you? . So this is how I was able to achieve part 1 of my beautiful master plan. And maybe in the near future I might be able to confirm that phase 2 is done too.
Everyone says : “Follow your dreams no matter what!”. Well, what we should say first is ” You are your own god-damned worst enemy” (Something I am still fighting against).
Just remember : One is good, but two is better! Or three, or four, or five …
A whole month of windy days! No intermission, no rest. Just big white clouds in a rush to get to the other side of the island. Maybe they wanted to spare us of their heavy loads, and that’s what they did, indeed. But, in their hurry, they dragged a deep cold breeze that even the sun was not able to warm up.
Oh I’m not complaining. We have a bright sun and decent temperatures for the season. It would be pretentious to ask for more, knowing London’s reputation for poor weather. But maybe it’s because I’m not working that I feel on vacation, yearning for mini shorts and sandals. And my nose tells me that the only thing keeping the mercury from going up is that wind.
I wouldn’t dare to go for a skirt however, even if it was warmer. It’s not always enjoyable for a lady to be hit by gusts, life is not as forgiving as in most romance novels (e.g., “He was dazzled; the wind moved her hair softly as if life was on slow motion.”). It’s much more entertaining for men though, who can attest to a great range of intimate things. I was a witness myself. But women seem to be well aware of the possible outcome as I’ve only seen nice lacy panties.
I’m wondering, is this normal weather? Is London always such a windy city? I find it strange to have never heard of this before. I presume a region can not bare too many qualifications. So cloudy and rainy it is, no questions asked. Still, it’s surprising how little it rains. I’ve only experience three or four showery days. I’ve done a quick research and the yearly rainfall is less than what Miami and Montreal receives. How about that! (See below for stats.) Let’s hope that it remains that way and, with warmer temperature, maybe the wind won’t bother me so much.