“Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.”
~ Laura Ingalls Wilder
I wake with a headache that’s been hanging on for days. Our air quality continues to be, by far, the worst in the province. Oh, how I miss the sunshine.
It’s reached the gloomy point where it feels as if we have been living under this oppressive smoke forever; sunny days are a distant memory.
One of Gerry’s Tuesday morning coffee cronies remarked yesterday that he is depressed. I expect he is not alone as these gray and dark days of putrid air drag on. How can our moods not be affected?
I’m thinking about stories–unsure whether I’ve read them or imagined them–about what it’s like to live without sunshine.
I check the weather forecast and it mocks me with an endless string of hot and sunny days–the kind days we expect at this time of year, the kind of days I love, but that this year are made something different by the smoke.
I go into the archives and choose a photo I took last year at this time when sunshine was plentiful. It comforts me. It makes me sad at the same time.
Working hard to stay on the sunny side.