I Like Monday 1
Let's start with the obvious, shall we?
This Monday, I like... blue skies.
Image taken from the National Physical Laboratory
Well, who doesn't? After all, blue skies mean warm sunshine, tropical climes and pleasant, summery weather, right?
Not necessarily. Frosty days can have blue skies: an intense and burning blue, like the cold has scoured the sky clean with a Brillo pad. Windy days can have blue skies: blustering clouds about until they've gone thin as cobwebs, while watery-white sunshine winks on window panes. Even rainy days can have blue skies: you're still getting wet but underneath that last dark cloud there's a gap of clean pale blue which holds the promise of rainbows and blinding-gold puddles. Temperatures can range from freezing-your-toes-off through cold, chilly, cool and mild-but-I-wouldn't-go-out-without-a-scarf - the sky is still blue.
For me, a blue sky will make me feel better regardless of the actual weather. In fact, I prefer cold-weather blue sky. I remember one particularly icy day when I was at university; I was going to an exam, taking care on the slippery pavements, but I was incredibly happy because the sky was the most beautiful, deep, sparkling blue. Everything looked brighter, sharper, fresher. I remember sitting in the exam room - a basement-level canteen with one wall made entirely of windows, looking out on a sunken concrete courtyard - looking up at that sky and feeling like anything, anything, was possible, that life was full of the most amazing, most joyous opportunities just on the horizon, waiting. I think it was also my birthday that day; I had nothing planned and there was no partying done, but that sky felt like a party in itself. I remember it as one of the best days of my life - all because the sky was blue.
This Monday, I like... blue skies.
Image taken from the National Physical Laboratory
Well, who doesn't? After all, blue skies mean warm sunshine, tropical climes and pleasant, summery weather, right?
Not necessarily. Frosty days can have blue skies: an intense and burning blue, like the cold has scoured the sky clean with a Brillo pad. Windy days can have blue skies: blustering clouds about until they've gone thin as cobwebs, while watery-white sunshine winks on window panes. Even rainy days can have blue skies: you're still getting wet but underneath that last dark cloud there's a gap of clean pale blue which holds the promise of rainbows and blinding-gold puddles. Temperatures can range from freezing-your-toes-off through cold, chilly, cool and mild-but-I-wouldn't-go-out-without-a-scarf - the sky is still blue.
For me, a blue sky will make me feel better regardless of the actual weather. In fact, I prefer cold-weather blue sky. I remember one particularly icy day when I was at university; I was going to an exam, taking care on the slippery pavements, but I was incredibly happy because the sky was the most beautiful, deep, sparkling blue. Everything looked brighter, sharper, fresher. I remember sitting in the exam room - a basement-level canteen with one wall made entirely of windows, looking out on a sunken concrete courtyard - looking up at that sky and feeling like anything, anything, was possible, that life was full of the most amazing, most joyous opportunities just on the horizon, waiting. I think it was also my birthday that day; I had nothing planned and there was no partying done, but that sky felt like a party in itself. I remember it as one of the best days of my life - all because the sky was blue.