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And it is always like this. When you go skiing and want to have frosty
weather with a lot of snow, it starts thawing and your skis sink in the slush. In-
stead of a
snowfall and hoarfrost on the trees you get excellent sleet. The
weather does not feel any pangs of remorse.
When you go in the car to the country, enjoying
nice weather and a beautiful
view of a
rainbow in the blue sky, you pay no attention to some haze on the ho-
rizon. Some time later a thin mist in the distance turns into a thick fog and you
spend a lovely two hours instead of one at the steering wheel.
When you plant some much-cared-for flowers in the garden, either a
ground frost
or a
hail storm kills them. Digging muddy flowerbeds one feels exasperated: “What
beastly weather we’ve had this week! And it keeps nasty! Wretched!”
To tell the truth, sometimes the weather is ashamed and
turns for the better.
But not always. More often it sticks to its own pattern and after a
short warm
spell turns bad again. Why is it always like this? Maybe, because the weather
likes surprises and wants to bring in adventures to our life, breaking the boring
routine with marvellous happenings?
In England, where the weather seems to change every minute, you might
imagine that people’s moods would reflect these changes. But the English are
regarded as an undemonstrative and rather
placid race.
For myself, I know I am affected by the weather. There is a
big difference in
my energy levels during the different seasons. In winter I have nothing like as
much enthusiasm for doing things as I have in the summer. Even on sunny days
I find it difficult to make myself do anything more than I have to. While not get-
ting particularly depressed during winter, I do feel rather like a
hibernating ani-
mal. The one exception to this is when I go to the mountains - in spite of the
freezing temperatures, I feel exhilarated by the fresh, clear air and once more
ready for anything. Unlike most people, I love the wind. I have never experi-
enced a
tornado or a real hurricane, just a strong gale, and I find it thrilling. The
wind gives me both physical and mental energy. It sweeps away all my stale
thoughts and gives me the feeling of being able to start again. It makes me feel
much more creative, but at the same time slightly mad.
In contrast to this happy feeling produced by the wind, my lowest time is on
days of grey skies and constant rain. Then, it doesn’t take much to make me
short-tempered with people; also, the ability to make sensible decisions seems to
go out of the window at this time.
My wet weather mood
contrasts greatly with my sunny day behaviour. I no-
tice two changes in me - one which is more dramatic than the other. If we have a
period of dull weather followed by a bright sunny day, I feel cheerful, happy and
full of joy, as if a burden has been lifted from me. If this one sunny day is fol-
lowed by more and more sunny days, my mood settles down into one of
con-
tentment, openness and a feeling of physical well-being. My face relaxes, as
does my body, and I feel able to cope with everybody and everything.
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