“There's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing.”
- Alfred Wainwright
We are supposed to be going for a walk. - a long one down Bayswater road to what I believe to be a beautiful independent book shop, one we have not visited before. It is raining and overcast and I know already we won’t go. Too warm and cozy inside, preoccupied with other tasks, I know we don’t wish to brave the rain. We still hold the South African way of thinking and consider this to be bad weather, unsuitable to go out in, especially if it is not necessary. I know we need to adjust our mindsets, but perhaps invest in some good raincoats first.
"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
- Haruki Murakami
Soon life is supposed to return to normal, or at least what people are terming ‘the new norm’, but I honestly don’t know what that even means anymore. Life has not been ‘normal’ for me, for sometime.
Right now I feel I am surrounded by so much excitement and possibility here, yet it is all just slightly out of reach. And much like a frustrated, hungry child in a sweet shop, I am left salivating.