It is the winter solstice and there’s a big old harvest moon tonight, not too obscured by clouds or smog or light pollution. I await the beginning of my glum winter blues phase. This year I shall try to be more proactive and get as much sunlight as I can find. I have said that every autumn for a decade just before the clocks change and I go into hibernation.
Nina leaves for Swansea tomorrow and already I feel weepy. I was able to suspend maudlin for a Chinese meal, so maybe I’m not doing so badly. It’s hard to be fun though, the human capacity for it seems to halve every ten years. Tonight, in the twilight at Jubilee Crescent, I watched two men come out of a shop, young and fresh in their indie clothes with a carry out of cans and crisps. I imagined they were off home to play computer games or watch a film with guns. I wouldn’t normally be telling you because I’m a bit ashamed of noticing the bums of men my daughter’s age, however..... The second one, distracted by his friend fell over the A-frame signboard on the pavement. A proper slapstick fall, almost to the floor. They didn’t huff, complain to the shop and report to casualty with an ankle sprain. They went off laughing into the night, unselfconscious, unconcerned, and uninjured. Oh to be twenty again. I’d enjoy it properly if I could have a second go. Note to self: enjoy 43.
*Oh no, somebody already got me, it is of course the Winter Equinox, and that was a deliberate witty thing that I did. For real.
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