I sat out out on the deck for the first time this year. There was sun, there was warmth. I opened the patio door and wandered out in my socks. A coffee in one hand, a notebook in the other.
I can’t remember the last time I sat on the bench, looking out at the hazel hedge. It seemed almost dreamlike to be sitting outside after months of darkness and cold.
The deck was littered with the detritus of winter – tiny, curled up leaves, pieces of twigs, broken branches. A few stray shoots of grass poked up between the boards as nature tried to take over. There was work to be done here, but not today.
There was a little heat in the sun, and I raised my face in worship. Funny how far a little sunshine could go to lifting the bleakness that had taken hold in the last few weeks. How the absence of grey clouds resulted in the dispelling of my own dark skies.
Sun was a welcome change and I relished each warming moment, sipping coffee and filling the pages of my notebook with paragraphs of a story I was working on.
It felt like turning a corner, as if winter was finally behind us, the months of ice and sleet, of howling winds and torrential rain were to become just a bleak memory.
I had yearned for sunny days,
Country walks in bluebell-filled forests,
Trips to the beach and cold sea swimming.
To exchange greyness for blues skies.
To send the rain packing to drier climes
But most of all to stretch like a cat and soak up the heat.
So, I remained outside until the sun slid behind the clouds and the air grew chill before gathering my belongings and making my way indoors.
Sometimes, a little heat is all that’s required.