this is our winter [of discontentment]. the rain shades the mornings and nights to greys. i think we have temporarily forgotten what it is like to have the hot tropical sun rays colouring and warming our skins. and like a hiatus taken upon fractures and fevers, we really want our perennial sun back. i think rain like that is really quite nice but longer than a day, or even two, non-stop, and it gets me a little edgy; makes my birks murky and i cannot go for proper runs or swims because it hardly even just drizzles. it feels like sydney, vancouver, in winter. umbrella-weather.