Is it because it’s winter? I don’t think it’s the cold so much. Possibly because the rain has been so intense that the washing on the line comes off wetter than it went on…three days later…and the piles in the laundry are growing exponentially, and I’m still not in the habit of using tumble dryers without feeling guilty about how much my power bill will be. Maybe it’s the sunlight, or lack thereof, even though I’m not feeling the shortness of days as much as I have in other years. Possibly because I can’t get outside anyway because of the rain.
We don’t have snowy winters here, not like in some places. We have snow on the mountain, and the snow comes and the snow goes, and it’s a thing you go to when you see it from your front doorstep (“Mummy! When can we go to the snow?” as if snow is a location not a precipitation), not when you step outside onto your front doorstep. Most of us still dream of snow though, and imagine the joy of waking up with the world white and calm for a few hours. It did once, in 1986, it did snow on our doorsteps, on everyone’s doorsteps all over the city and beyond, not just up in the mountains or the places above the snow line.
I miss snow. I miss snow and I miss sunlight, and hanging the washing in the morning and having it crisp and dry and ironed by the afternoon. Tumble dryers dry things wrinkly, or at least mine does, and the things come out all higgledy piggledy, not nicely folded the way I take them off the washing line.
But do you really think the washing is the reason I feel so blah? I don’t know. It contributes.
Washing. Time. Life. Rain. Seasonal depression. The fact that all my friends seem to be feeling the same way, too, for reasons both the same and different. We feel it, really, because it’s June, and to be honest we feel this way in June every year, when Summer holidays seem so long ago, and so long to wait till the next ones, and everything, even getting up in the mornings, is a slog, and sometimes we even forget that we don’t always feel like this, and that one day, somewhere down in the depths of the dreaming future, there will again be plums on the trees in the back yard and the smell of sunscreen on our faces and cricket on the telly.
It’s a season. This too shall pass.
I wonder where people buy vitamin D supplements from?