7 - light

Here some words BUT FIRST BUTTONS

This week, nearly all of the snow has melted. The temperature flipped from 8 below 0 to 8 above in the space of a week. Yesterday the sun shone and the sky remained bright blue until well past 5 pm. It’s probably still too early to talk about Spring but there has been a feel of it in the past few days.

The Spring-type feel has coincided with the possibility of a light at the end of this long, dark tunnel. Boris Johnson is a horrible fraud, but the end-of-lockdown plan he announced this week at least makes some sort of sense. Unlike the mad shit they came up with to ‘save Christmas’, it does at least feel like better times after June 21st is a reasonable thing to aim at. If nothing else, it’s a marker that’s somehow both far-and-close enough away to be believable. Or maybe it isn’t, but at this point, who cares? Just something to aim at is enough for me at the moment.

The funny thing is it’s not even my light, to be honest. I don’t live in the UK, so it is a bit daft to be clinging to that timeline in the hope it’s the same elsewhere. Seeing as cases here seem to be destined to hover at the same rate eternally, and there are neither enough vaccines, people to administer them, or even people that want them here, I’m probably setting myself up for a fall by being optimistic. But who knows, we had a (fairly) normal summer last year, so I still think there’s a chance it could all go well.

With all this, even if the weather turns cold again next week and the situation here does not improve, I’m daring to entertain the chance of a summer of possibilities. Because it’s been so dire, I’ve tried to stop myself properly thinking about flying home or seeing my mates again for the first time. It’s already been over a year since I’ve seen any of my family in person or any of my closest friends for that matter. I can’t really fathom it now, but I know when doing either of those things becomes an actual possibility, I will be on a completely different level. It’s still a long way away and so much more could go wrong, but I’m happy enough to hope for now.

Sumert listen:

Old but gold.

Sumert short and broken

I see a light
it’s far away and flickering
but I love it.

It’s not even mine
but who cares
because I can see it