An observation

At last the weather found us and we were waiting. A weekend and a few days of wall to wall sun and the excuse to be out and about is accepted by all and sundry. The legs and bra straps come out, men remove T-shirts to expose lily white skin. Picnics in the park, days out at the beach, suddenly there is laughter, smiles and happy people. So nice to wander through people who only three or so months ago were head down, mouth down, trudging through the snow. Amazing what a bit of warmth can do. Is it any wonder those who live in warmer climes are eternally optimistic? I think I would be if I knew the next week would be warm and I would feel, well, warm. I do wonder if there is a direct relationship between the temperature and the levels of laid-back-ness we exhibit? Lets face it some of the most chilled people seem to live in some of the hottest (but not drought riddled). But then those who live in any society which isn’t driven by possessions and wealth seem happier in their ‘poverty’. Are they? I somehow doubt that.
I sat and watched the world go by and one of our travellers wandered through the park. He didn’t have much of a care in the world, the weather was warm, the restaurant where he went to eat had fed him and he was off to get some R&R somewhere on a park bench away from the noise of the town centre. He looked in my direction and nodded his familiar greeting then disappeared into his world of survival.
‘At least he was able to stop and hear the seasons as they change’, I thought, as yet another item to place on the ‘To Do’ list came into my mind to be added electronically. I got up from the bench and watched the children innocently playing tag and wondered how long it would be before they got their first mobile phone and how long it would be before they were worrying whether they had the latest and best and whether so-and-so would text them and they would be able to show their friends, or whether they would get those horrible bullying texts children get which scare them so successfully. ‘At least my bullying ended at the front door’, I thought, ‘now it can come directly into their bedrooms.’